I remember vividly a trip the year when I was five. My mother, brother, grandparents, aunt, and uncle flew to Oregon to visit my mother's sister and family that year. I flew on a plane for the first time and the flight attendants were great. I remember coloring sitting beside my grandfather. We saw the Pacific Ocean, redwood forest, sea lion cave, and I remember snow in the mountains, a large sand dune, and goldfish in a pond. It is a great memory I cherish still. I remember I wanted to be a nurse.
I remember one thing in particular about when I was five not a very good one but funny none the less. My mom took me and my little brother to a local gas station to get some gas. While we were there I remember asking her if I could have some taffy you know the kind that came in squares they sold by the piece then. She told me no of course which made me mad. So while she wasn't looking I snuck a couple pieces in my pockets, thinking all this time..hummm I will show her. When we got in the car (a gray toyota station wagon..man I loved that car because it was awesome at jumping hills but thats another story) I opened the first one up and started chewing. Yeah I know how dumb was that..mom turned around and saw me and of course I was busted so she turned around went back to the store made me put the other pieces back and pay them plus I got a spanking in the parking lot....well that taught me that taffy wasn't worth all that! Joy
Happy Birthday to him! I am so proud of my big boy being five too! I remember a lot of it but so often forget when I am busy being a mom. If I stop and think I can't help but wanna spend time being with my kiddo!
Oh wow, I love your vivid memories of being five! Okay, so I've been wracking my brains, trying to remember something from when I was five. I do have a few vague and one very vivid memory from my fifth year. I only managed to place them by trying to remember my kindergarten year. I remember, having a kindergarten room with the steps you sit on to listen to the teacher reading, and doing the engine and caboose thing when we lined up to go to the gymnasium. I remember my mom coming to my class to give me a gift on my birthday, a red snoopy watch.
I also remember that my mom worked with handicapped kids and I had to go to a sitter a couple days a week or so. She was a robust italian woman who spent a lot of time knitting and visiting in rambuctious italian with her italian lady friends. I remember being convinced (by their enthusiasm and gestures) that they were swearing every third word. I told my mom one night that she swore alot. My mom confronted her next time we went there and hoh-boy was that fun? Then there was another time I stuck my foot in my mouth and told her that the sweater she was making would never fit her, she was too fat. Can you spell shameless? Sigh. I think I know why I don't have memories of being five... I've conveniently buried them, heh heh.
I have LOTS of memories of being six... five, not so many.
I remember not getting to be the main attraction in the kindergarten birthday house because of my Christmas-time birthday. I remember... the teddy bear picnic... jumping out and picking up walnuts in the driveway before mom would drive anywhere! Not too many memories though... it is a long time ago! (I can't remember last week)
Happy Birthday to your precious boy. One memory of my fifth year stands out. I was so shy and such a little homebody, I cried and cried when I had to go to school. I just wanted to stay at home with my Mommy and my baby sister!
I remember having a mean teacher. She was. Like shaking you and making you stand in the corner. I guess that you would be me! By the way, I remember being at my friends house and thought her and her family fought and yelled all the time (In Italian of course) As I got older, I learned that that was just a normal form of conversation for them (o: I love his picture. He is so handsome. Handsome Hero! Your boys still remind me so much of the 2 year old i babysit. They have been gone for two months because of a new baby brother (that I will have next week). The new baby is blond and light skinned. How funny.
One memory I'm sure you can all relate to...maybe...hopefully. My mother had so foolishly trusted me to dress myself for school. Well, about 10 minutes from school I said something (I'm not sure what)that prompted my mother to ask me if I had put my underwear on that morning. I, being the free soul that I was at five, said "no" and I hadn't. NOt sure if I forgot or was just trying to rebel against "the man" trying to oppress me and hold me back. Well, my mom flipped out...that I do remember. And she had to stop at the Dollar General and buy me a pair of undies...purple Miss Piggy undies to be exact. They were cool...really cool. Needless to say, it's sad that that is the only memory I have of being five. I guess everything else pales in comparison...
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I remember vividly a trip the year when I was five. My mother, brother, grandparents, aunt, and uncle flew to Oregon to visit my mother's sister and family that year. I flew on a plane for the first time and the flight attendants were great. I remember coloring sitting beside my grandfather. We saw the Pacific Ocean, redwood forest, sea lion cave, and I remember snow in the mountains, a large sand dune, and goldfish in a pond. It is a great memory I cherish still. I remember I wanted to be a nurse.
I remember one thing in particular about when I was five not a very good one but funny none the less. My mom took me and my little brother to a local gas station to get some gas. While we were there I remember asking her if I could have some taffy you know the kind that came in squares they sold by the piece then. She told me no of course which made me mad. So while she wasn't looking I snuck a couple pieces in my pockets, thinking all this time..hummm I will show her. When we got in the car (a gray toyota station wagon..man I loved that car because it was awesome at jumping hills but thats another story) I opened the first one up and started chewing. Yeah I know how dumb was that..mom turned around and saw me and of course I was busted so she turned around went back to the store made me put the other pieces back and pay them plus I got a spanking in the parking lot....well that taught me that taffy wasn't worth all that!
Joy
Happy Birthday, Five is a great year!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
WHAT A CUTIE!
(and how do you put music on these things...wwwaaahhhh...love the song)
Happy Birthday to him! I am so proud of my big boy being five too! I remember a lot of it but so often forget when I am busy being a mom. If I stop and think I can't help but wanna spend time being with my kiddo!
hahaha - a *short* 30 years ago ;)
I do remember being 5, but probably only because I was 5 when my sister was born, and that is all I remember about being 5!
Is it your birthday? If so "Happy Birthday!"
My boys turn 5 later this month, I can not believe they are that old now, it seems we just brought them home from the hospital...
Blessings!
Oh wow, I love your vivid memories of being five! Okay, so I've been wracking my brains, trying to remember something from when I was five. I do have a few vague and one very vivid memory from my fifth year. I only managed to place them by trying to remember my kindergarten year. I remember, having a kindergarten room with the steps you sit on to listen to the teacher reading, and doing the engine and caboose thing when we lined up to go to the gymnasium. I remember my mom coming to my class to give me a gift on my birthday, a red snoopy watch.
I also remember that my mom worked with handicapped kids and I had to go to a sitter a couple days a week or so. She was a robust italian woman who spent a lot of time knitting and visiting in rambuctious italian with her italian lady friends. I remember being convinced (by their enthusiasm and gestures) that they were swearing every third word. I told my mom one night that she swore alot. My mom confronted her next time we went there and hoh-boy was that fun? Then there was another time I stuck my foot in my mouth and told her that the sweater she was making would never fit her, she was too fat. Can you spell shameless? Sigh. I think I know why I don't have memories of being five... I've conveniently buried them, heh heh.
I have LOTS of memories of being six... five, not so many.
I remember not getting to be the main attraction in the kindergarten birthday house because of my Christmas-time birthday. I remember... the teddy bear picnic... jumping out and picking up walnuts in the driveway before mom would drive anywhere! Not too many memories though... it is a long time ago! (I can't remember last week)
Happy Birthday to your cherished son!
Happy Birthday to your precious boy.
One memory of my fifth year stands out. I was so shy and such a little homebody, I cried and cried when I had to go to school. I just wanted to stay at home with my Mommy and my baby sister!
I remember having a mean teacher. She was. Like shaking you and making you stand in the corner. I guess that you would be me! By the way, I remember being at my friends house and thought her and her family fought and yelled all the time (In Italian of course) As I got older, I learned that that was just a normal form of conversation for them (o: I love his picture. He is so handsome. Handsome Hero! Your boys still remind me so much of the 2 year old i babysit. They have been gone for two months because of a new baby brother (that I will have next week). The new baby is blond and light skinned. How funny.
One memory I'm sure you can all relate to...maybe...hopefully. My mother had so foolishly trusted me to dress myself for school. Well, about 10 minutes from school I said something (I'm not sure what)that prompted my mother to ask me if I had put my underwear on that morning. I, being the free soul that I was at five, said "no" and I hadn't. NOt sure if I forgot or was just trying to rebel against "the man" trying to oppress me and hold me back. Well, my mom flipped out...that I do remember. And she had to stop at the Dollar General and buy me a pair of undies...purple Miss Piggy undies to be exact. They were cool...really cool. Needless to say, it's sad that that is the only memory I have of being five. I guess everything else pales in comparison...
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