This morning I was walking down the street and suddenly remembered how I used to ride a 4 year old Sara around on the back of my bike. I´d use a rolled up towel as a cushion for her to sit on and she´d hold onto my waist with her little hands and jabber (talk) away about whatever she´d happen to see.
What is one of your favorite memories?
P.S. Thanks for all you lovely comments. Puna- if you are out there, I can´t get to your blog.
P.S.S Mr Linky sounds good. Now if someone could just explain to me how it works... but you must hold my hand, talk very slowly, and remove all shiny objects....
¡Dos besos muy gordos!
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I remember when my dad used to coach youth hockey. My girlfriend and I would go with my dad to these 4 a.m. practices. Why? Not sure, but we loved them.
Aw what a lovely memory!
:)
xo
the smells of my sons when they were so little....when I hug them, they stii have it...so lucky me, I still have that memory every single hour of each day.....
One day I kissed the love of my life for the first time...
I for sure don't have any memories of Mr Linky ...? I love your memory, I hope you still get to go by bike with your daughter, side by side.
hola querida Jane!
Que memoria tan linda! Got warm fuzzies picturing that special moment. well as for me I guess a fab memory was when i first met my B at the local cafe. I met him online but first really met him at a cafe and was greeted by this gorgeous smile and beautiful blue eyes. Unforgetabble!
well, i have been thinking a lot about a trip we took to Paris to see Nick Cave play live, a month or two before i had Iris, it was cold and we walked miles and i got really tired but it was a special trip.
i am really hankering after Paris right now.
lovely photo Jane!
Your memory made me think of this memory:
A cold wintermorning in Copenhagen I was riding my bike with my 1yo on the backseat.
It was cold, but I hadn't realised the street was icy, and as I turned into the street where the daycarer lived without really slowing down, I suddenly lay flat on the ground.
I rushed to the bike, picked up my son and saw that his safety helmet had a huge crack in the back, but the boy was not hurt in any way.
Still remember the physical sense of relief and flash of "what if..."
That's a nice memory. Times flies eh - now she's 16 and off to the Ile de Re for holidays with friends !!!
I have a memory of walking along the street where we lived as children, with one arm stretched around my dad, saying lets pretend you are my boyfriend (I was about 7 yrs old). I was so proud of him.
Jane, that is such a nice memory...my most cherished memories are of travel with my sons...all over the world, seeing things through their eyes, the National Palace in Taiwan, the Tower of London, the beautiful beaches of Barbados, the Spanish fort in Puerto Rico!
buying running shoes wiith my father as a child...(all my other cothes i bought with my mum...but running shoes alway with him!)...;)) thanks for making me think of this!! xx
One of my favourites memories is lying in the snow as a child, looking up on the sky - wondering how big it was. I felt both alone and part of the bid, wide world.
ooh Mr. Linky might be a good idea because that would let us know who has posted for corner view. The list takes a while to get through and sometimes I feel disappointed on a persons name and they haven't posted. So many wonderful memories, but I would have to say one of my favorite memories was when my oldest was about 2 1/2 and he learned how to say his name. He kept repeating it over and over.
Early mornings when I was visiting my grandparents: I'd run to my granddad's bed and make him read my favourite book aloud over and over!
One of mine must be those with my brother. I watch my two boys being so close with each other (love or hate, doesn't matter), it makes me relive my own childhood. My brother and me used to be like twins growing up!
One of my favorite memories is the first time I saw my Afghan dog. I was 19 years and was very poor. The dog ate only fillet of beef.... and it cost .... But I was so happy!
Lots of lofe
Agneta, the swedish one
What a gorgeous memory.
:-)
xo
i like to listen to peoples memories, little stories. i can see them in my mind, like this one you told in your post:)
many memories i have in my mind are connected to smells, or light or taste. they pop up when i smell something similar or taste or so. it´s quite funny..
and hey, what´s mr linky??
what a sweet memory!
my daughter is now 38 and my son 30 years old- i still remember their little hands-it´s precious.
but i would like to share the memory of a man called Väinö.
i think he deserves it :)
after my granddad died my granny had "a boyfriend". i spend a lot of time with them as a little girl. i have no brothers and sisters so i spend my time with adults. i think i was to become like a small adult, but that man, Väinö saved me!
he was the funnies, craziest man ever! he encouraged me to behave like a child. maybe he was one too.
we used to go to the countryside to meet his father. once under a thunderstorm he gave me candles and asked me to dance( i wanted to be a dancer when i was a child)- in the morning, when i woke up, they were all scratching the floor. it was covered with wax.
once in the morning i had a running race around flowerbed with him. he put on my granny´s nightdress instead of his pajamas so that the competition would be fare, as he put it!
i could go on and on, but i think you got the point.
thanks for reminding me!
and thanks Väinö!
Well Jane, at 58 I am lucky if I remember my name on some days let alone a memory. BUT yesterday I was determined to get a photo of a bird, so I went outside and spread bread crumbs in the yard and then sat behind my curtain waiting for a bird to come take a nibble. Then all of a sudden I had a flash back to when my brother and I were little, my Nannu (grandpa) would set up a box propped up with a stick which had a string tied to it, and he, my brother and I would hide behind a bush and wait for a bird to come so we could catch it and put in his aviary. We would wait for hours but while we waited Nannu would regale us with stories and teach us about all the different birds. Great memory for me :)
i remember the chocolate and "churros" smell on sunday afternoons at parents home
mmmm.....
Those moments where my kids finally fell asleep in my arms.
Jane, I'm in Paris until thursday. Fashion shows....
Wow, this is really a tough one for me, my life is such a happy life full of wonderful memories made each and every day. A favorite is when I was pregnant with Araina, Fauna was about a year and a half and love to sing to her baby sister through my belly. She would sing "harmony" over and over again; we ended up using Harmony as Araina's middle name.
lisa
I remember taking a school trip (I was a band nerd) in the eighth grade. Somehow I ended up sitting on the bus next to a very pretty girl who was a high-school senior. She was new in town. We had a nice conversation the whole trip; she was very pleasant and at least pretended to be interested in what I had to say. (I don’t recall what the topic of conversation was, but with my level of sophistication at the time it probably included martial arts, science fiction, and arcade video games.) Let’s just say that, as an awkward thirteen-year-old boy, I didn’t often get that kind of reception. I remember being very touched by her kindness.
My daughters, aged 4 and 2,and I were getting settled on the train going to visit their grandparents. My husband helped us to our compartment and we said our goodbyes. My 4 year old was unconsolable when she realized that her Daddy was not coming with us. So much love in such a little body.
The majority of them are related to bikes, but one of the little exceptions is when my dad used to come with me to my basketball matches and we listened to Supertramp on the car together while waiting for the other girls in the team. We both usually love the same music.
Loved your memory:)
Big kisses!
One of them is coming home after school and find out that my Mum had made jam tarts for merienda. Mmmm, the smell, mmmm the taste! That, and watching Barrio Sesamo at the same time.
there are so many. too many. despite sleep deprivation, the feeling of snuggly a sleepy/sleeping babe to nurse in the wee hours of the morning.
nicola
http://whichname.blogspot.com
what a lovely memory! My mom used to ride me on the back of her bike when I was a little girl... i still remember!!
Have a great week!!
my oldest daughter has always left weird little trails for me. when she was a toddler she'd squirrel away sticks of string cheese, unknown to me, and i'd think, good lord, this kid eats a lot of cheese! and then a few months later i'd find dead cheese when i was cleaning out her toys or looking in little compartments for other things that i knew that she had stashed away. she would put fisher price little people inside our shoes so it would look like the little dudes were wearing these humongous shoes. one day i stuck my foot in my boot and broke a CD that she had wedged in there. oh, i could go on and on. she's seven and i still find things!
ahem, i left a message for you chez ninja!
Hi Jane, I'm here! I don't know why you can't get through but people have told me before. Here's the link to my home page.
http://lifesignatures.org
And here's the link to my corner view post.
http://lifesignatures.org/wordpress/2010/01/merry-christmas-sweaters/
This is the wild wild internet! Mr. Linky would be great...I hear it's easy but I haven't tried it before so sorry, can't help there!
My favourite memory is getting Tiger, my dog. *sigh* I love him.
Going on roadtrips with my dad to deliver batteries. He would buy me any junk food I wanted and we would sing at the top of our lungs the whole trip.
What a sweet memory, and I hope I can share similar times with my little one when she's a bit older! In the meantime I am full of collecting two-year-old-type memories ;)
What a sweet, sweet memory!
I have too many sweet, sweet memories to pick just one. However, I can say with confidence that if I don't remember the past two weeks at work, I'll be thrilled. :D
Going to the circus for the first time with my parents. I have such a vivid memory of that experience. It was wonderful.
LOVE this shot!
Happy New Week!
My dear, dear Jane, your gift has arrived! Thank you so much I love my new muffin/cupcake doodle pad! I left a little something for you in my blog. Un super beso!
beautiful memory. i love that stage of constant chatter!
Waking on sunday mornings to the sound of music, the smell of hot chocolate and my father putting me a piece of freshly made churro in my mouth - the promise of what was to be expecting us all on the table for breakfast, only to find he had only made 3 churros!!. That was his way of getting us all up to help him !!! and we fell for it each and every time!!!
Riding bikes and playing til dark with my cousins.
BTW it's a dried pancake spoon!!
Going to the ZOO with my Dad when I was 9 - we used to go once in a while. I was so excited and my Dad was telling me all the stories about complicated Zoological stuff..And I'm still using the info he told me back then..
lovely memorie, thanks for sharing!
What a nice picture! So artistic!
I have great nostalgia for the "just me and you" time with my first baby. It was cut rather short since my twins were born when he was 18 months old (so now it's just me and you and you and you). I did everything with Oliver. Since I was a working mom then, I didn't like to be away from him on weekends. People would want to get together for lunch and I'd bring my baby (most of them were at home with kids all week and saw it as a "break"). I traveled a lot with him too - most recently for not so great reasons. But I love my memories on taking him for exercise walks with the stroller (best exercise out there - pushing a stroller) and curling up to sleep next to him in the pull out couch at my parent's house. I love all of my children - but Oliver has always been my "just me and you" boy.
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