We all have funny little memories of when we were younger. Some might be the quirky things we used to do, others might be the friends we had or the places we would go.
Here's one of mine:
I have played soccer either Rec or Travel since I was four years old and my dad had been my coach for all those twelve years. Sometimes after games and practices we used to go get some food or a little treat or beer (in my dad's case). I wanted to be a 'big' girl so I used to always walk in with him to the store. Young little me would walk around in my soccer uniform staring at all the bottles of alcohol thinking how pretty the bottles were. People used to stare at me, and as I got older they started to stare for a different reason. There was this one instance when I was little......I guess I was about 6-8 years old and after my dad paid for his six-pack, I grabbed the bag from him to be a 'big' girl or a 'helper' to help my dad carry his purchase out (like I have done with my mom), however the cashier stopped us and said, 'Sir she can't carry that out.' Thinking back on that now, my dad and I crack up. If your having trouble picturing the hilariousness of this memory think of any small girl trying to help her dad out by trying to illegally carry alcohol out of a beer store.
Isn't our childhood what shapes us for the future?
Well I know what I will be like....
helpful! of Course!!!!
Here's one of mine:
I have played soccer either Rec or Travel since I was four years old and my dad had been my coach for all those twelve years. Sometimes after games and practices we used to go get some food or a little treat or beer (in my dad's case). I wanted to be a 'big' girl so I used to always walk in with him to the store. Young little me would walk around in my soccer uniform staring at all the bottles of alcohol thinking how pretty the bottles were. People used to stare at me, and as I got older they started to stare for a different reason. There was this one instance when I was little......I guess I was about 6-8 years old and after my dad paid for his six-pack, I grabbed the bag from him to be a 'big' girl or a 'helper' to help my dad carry his purchase out (like I have done with my mom), however the cashier stopped us and said, 'Sir she can't carry that out.' Thinking back on that now, my dad and I crack up. If your having trouble picturing the hilariousness of this memory think of any small girl trying to help her dad out by trying to illegally carry alcohol out of a beer store.
Isn't our childhood what shapes us for the future?
Well I know what I will be like....
helpful! of Course!!!!
