So, one of my commenters, had this idea on her blog, which she also snagged. I like it. The idea is that for every year of your life, you mention the first few associations that come to your mind. You'll get the idea as you read.
Age 1: Somehow, I busted my forehead and now bear the scar, which is mainly noticed by observant children. There are no pictures of me at this age as far as I know.
Age 2: Aunt Karla and Uncle Tup are at my second birthday. There is a picture this time. I'm crying because I'm forced to wear a party hat. I think this dramatic experience is why I have never craved ice cream cake.
Age 3: While sitting in church next to my sister and tired of being the baby of the family, I inform Neely, "I remember when I babysitted you once."
Age 4: I'm pretty sure I puked on my sister's Crayola backpack. Also, this was back in the day when Mr. Potato head had a pipe. I pilfered a can of powdered hot cocoa mix and used Mr. Potato head's pipe as my serving spoon.
Age 5: I was so excited to go to school I could hardly sleep. After attending school, I decided I hated it. Also, I leafed through Sears catalogs dreamily with the hopes of one day having a beautiful Easter dress with a short sleeved jacket and gloves and a hat and a matching purse.
Age 6: We moved to St. Louis. My mom married my step Dad. We were happy and secure and I experienced the smell of Autumn and Spring and the dead of Winter, though I don't remember that as much. After my first day at my new school, I got off the bus and a boy hollered through the window at me with information regarding boys and girls private parts. Shocked, I hollered back, "I know!!"
Age 7: I cried when dropped off for second grade. Had a very unstable teacher who cried a lot throughout the school year. She had Farah Fawcett hair. The class "problem" (for he wasn't a clown by any means) was a recurrent classmate for years to come. So disturbing that you wouldn't forget him. The last time I saw him was on the local news being arrested for murder.
Age 8: Mr. Kyle was my favorite teacher. He was chocolate brown and like seven feet tall (to me anyway). He was the most respectable teacher I ever had. I think I'll google him now. (dang. no luck.) Oh. And big deal: I was adopted and now when I talk about my Dad, I'm talking about my Dad because he's my Dad. Get it?
Age 9: Got my ears pierced. Loved Whitney Houston's "Wanna Dance with Somebody". Wore shorts called Jamz. Was nearly obsessed with desire to watch the movie Footloose (on VHS at the time), but my parents wouldn't let me. Had the soundtrack on record and would spend hours choreographing dances by myself in my room.
Age 10: Rented "Top Gun" for my birthday because it was my favorite movie at the time. Favorite dinner was Hamburger Helper's version of lasagna. Would later find out in my adult life that authentic lasagna was NOTHING like Hamburger Helper.
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