Oh Memories, Where’d You Go?

It’s Day 3 of my 30-day blogging challenge and today’s topic is: A Memory. I’ve been trying to decide what memory I want to share and whether I want it to be a happy memory. I really have so many memories that I could share and it’s so hard to pick just one.

The first one that came to mind isn’t just one specific memory but it is something that I remember from my childhood. For a long time, it was just my big sister, myself, and our parents. We lived in a trailer house out in the country that was on a good plot of land so you can imagine what all we could get into.

I remember my sister and I stayed outside; we didn’t care how hot it was, what time of the day it was, or if it was raining… we were always outside. One of our absolute favorite things to do was play with Hot Wheels and Barbies in the mud. We would always make a mud track full of different twists, turns, and obstacles and race our Hot Wheels while pretending that the Barbies were the drivers. We would spend hours upon hours doing this.

And if we weren’t playing in the mud, then we were riding our four-wheeler. See, back behind our house was a set of wood (it’s not as scary as you would expect). We had some neighbors down the road that had grandsons that were about our age and they would always ride four-wheelers with us.

We would spend all day together and wouldn’t stop unless we were hungry. 

I was usually always the youngest so of course the older ones were sometimes a little mean to me. Back in the woods was this old, abandoned house that was super creepy. They used to tell me scary stories about what happened in that house and what was in there now. They would tell me it was full of ghosts and that if you went in there, then Bloody Mary would try and kill you. They used to try to get me to go in there but being the scared little kid I was, it never happened.

I always loved living in that house and sometimes I miss it. Things were so much simpler back then. The only pain I knew was when I’d fall down and scrape my knee. I didn’t care about anything except when I was going to be able to go play. Sometimes I miss the way things used to be. Growing up isn’t as great as I wanted it to be.

Who knows… Maybe one day I’ll learn to be that carefree little girl again

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