Christmas parties. Lots of cousins, cheesy games, wondering if the ties grandma gave to the guys was a joke, or her ‘for real’ thinking they looked nice.
Motorcycles, mini-bikes, snowmobiles. Fast through the fields, down the paths, down the dirt road, (were we supposed to have a license?) along the creek.
The creek….one of my favorite places. The fish, frogs, snakes. Yes, I loved being fast enough to catch the snakes with my bare hands. Not very ‘girlie’, but I didn’t care.
Open fields, softball diamonds….softball games.
Trees to climb – hundreds and hundreds of them. Bummer when the nailed-on steps broke and the nail went into my leg. Proud of the scar.
An aunt who made the world’s best “sticky buns”. Still haven’t found any like them.
Going fishing, learning to water ski, grilling burgers in the park by “the river”.
Always a garden. Hated weeding; loved the vegetables. Adopted dad somehow knew something no one else seemed to know about growing sweet corn, his was the best.
Being taken for a ride in a big semi truck that he drove. The truck was so big; I was so little. Felt so special to be along for the ride.
The family loved jokes & pranks. Helped adopted mom “plant” a rubber snake in the entryway; watched as she screamed in mock fear when her husband came home. He, bravely, proceeded to pound the snake to death with his thermos.
Church was an important part of adopted mom’s life for as long as I can remember; dad became more focused on his faith when I was a teen. Went to church with her, learned about God in Sunday School. Memorized Heidelberg. Knew from a very, very young age that God was real, that He was watching, and someday He had something very special planned for me.
Developed insatiable curiosity for the words written in the Bible. Kept looking for my name, always expecting to be part of the Story. Accepted Jesus at a roller skating party a friend took me to. Baptist altar calls are the best.
Writing. Always writing. And reading. Studying, learning, stretching my mind. Memorized everything, usually not on purpose.
When I think about my childhood, these are scenes I choose first to remember, creating my own Shalom as foundation for my heart. For on a foundation of peace, rainbows of life shine, thunderstorms rage, and the core stays intact.