Throughout my school-aged years, my parents would drag my sister and I throughout the countryside on various summer romps I remember one year, my dad waited for me to remove the tent before he backed up the trailer, to which the lady waiting for the trailer to get out of her way yelled at me for removing the tent.
Monday Memory invites you to answer questions regarding your life’s memories. Play along by leaving a comment with a link to your entry, or comment by answering the questions directly if you don’t have your own blog. You may answer the questions posted, or you may choose to use your imagination and write about the theme. A story, a poem, a stream-of-consciousness scribble, it’s all good! Today’s entry deals with summer. I live near a few universities and colleges, and recently reflected on this time of year, when students finish their finals and graduate, or travel home for the summer, or slam every business in the city looking for summer work.
My sister and I had birthdays five days apart, born in different years of course Some years, my parents would make the effort to give us our own days, our own cakes, our own festivities Only slightly more often did our mom consent to a birthday party with a few neighborhood kids
Monday Memory invites you to answer questions regarding your life’s memories. Play along by leaving a comment with a link to your entry, or comment by answering the questions directly if you don’t have your own blog. You may answer the questions posted, or you may choose to use your imagination and write about the theme. A story, a poem, a stream-of-consciousness scribble, it’s all good! June happens to be my birth month, and I was just thinking about the story behind my given name, as my mom is fond of recalling. Is there a story behind your given name o you have a favorite memory regarding your birthday?
