My fondest childhood memories

Every once in a while I find myself reminiscing on the good old days of my childhood. No care in the world, no responsibilities just being free... sigh... How I wish I was a kid again...

In summer my dad would take me very Friday to Sunrise beach. I would pack my bag the night before not to forget my yellow bucket and blue spade. I waited patiently for my dad to get home from work so that we could spend the afternoon building sand castles, running in and out of the waves and soaking up the sun. Oh, I had bright pink sunglasses and a yellow and black polka-dot bathing costume- What a cutie pie! Haha!

As a family we would always go to the Spur for supper. I looked forward to coloring in a choosing a balloon, which blew away once we left the restaurant. I would always order a chico the clown for dessert even though I could never finish it. The least memorable part of going to the Spur was the clowns. My older brother made me watch a horror movie called IT the Clown and I never got over it.
We also had many adventures to Tygervalley Mall where as a family we would spend the day playing putt-putt, but I always wanted to go on the miniature boat rides but my brother was way too cool to go with his baby sister. We would then end off the day at Milky Lane enjoying waffles with peppermint crisp topping- YUM!

I will never forget my first plastic scooter that my uncle from Kimberly had bought me from a Shell garage. You are probably thinking of the average black scooter that everyone had and you had to use your feet to push it in order for it to move. Well, you are so wrong, mine had pedals! I felt invincible on it, no one could touch me. I cannot remember what happened to my scooter though, think it was given aways as I out grew it.

There is one person that I will never forget and that is my grandmother. She took care of me when my mother had to go back to work and she was truly my best friend, as my brother and I are seven years apart. My fondest memory of her would be the magic tricks that she did, which I still cannot understand how she did it until this day. I would check her pockets, make her stand up and check all around her and would not be able to find the sweet that she made disappear. Maybe she ate it so quickly that I did not even see- Haha!

I am so grateful that I was able to be a child and not be forced to grow up before my time. I am very thankful that I was born into a loving and caring family. I will always treasure these fond memories of the childhood and hopefully share them with my own children one day.