School Memories

Today the SITS Girls challenged us to share our best school memory.

I could be wrong, but many people seem to look back on high school with bad, painful memories. I, however, loved high school. I have so many fun memories.

Like walking through the halls between classes. Having short passing times and having to talk so fast to get everything in before getting to our next class.

Or going cruising down Broadway with some friends. I vaguely recall squirt guns on one occasion.

Being a wrestling cheerleader and showing off by eating a spoonful of hot salsa.

Or being on the speech team even though I really wasn't very good.

Ah. Nostalgia. I could go on and on.

Halfway through my senior year, I had to move to a new school - more than two hours away. I was still able to graduate from my old school, so one of my favorite school memories was my senior prom.

I asked a guy from church. Since we lived 2+ hours from where prom was, his parents drove us. They did something in town while we went to the prom. I hadn't seen many of my friends in months.

First we stopped at a good friend's house to get ready. I wasn't about to ride 2+ hours in my prom dress! It was loads of fun to hang out with her and primp a little while my date got ready in another area of the house.

My friend wasn't going to the prom, so after getting all ready, we met up with another one of my friend's for some pictures.

My dress reminded me of my mom she had died a few months earlier, because she picked it out the summer before.
I felt so pretty.
It was fun to see some of my old friends.

But the best part of the night was my date had taken years of dance lessons. Dancing with him was so fun! Towards the end of the evening, when the dance floor had started to thin, he really spun me around. I probably looked foolish, but I felt like a princess. Dancing and twirling. It was like I was on air!

What is your favorite school memory?
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SOC - Sunday Mornings

I'm linking up with Fadra's

Today’s Writing Prompt: How did you spend your Sunday mornings growing up? What are some of your favorite memories?

Most of the time Sunday mornings were filled with chaos as we all got ready for church. Luckily for us, church was only about a 15 minute drive, there were usually up to 7 people who needed to get ready and only two bathrooms. There was generally a feeling of rushing around trying to get showered, dressed, and breakfast eaten. It wasn't so bad. Church wasn't until 10am, so at least it was a little more time for sleeping in than during the week when we'd have to get up earlier to do all the same things in order to catch the school bus.

These were mornings with my mom.

On infrequent visits with my dad, I have many memories of pancakes on Sunday mornings. He wasn't a church goer for many years. When he started back to church, then the pancake morning were relegated to Saturday mornings. I loved those mornings!

He taught me how to make pancakes, really. I used to love helping out in the kitchen. I remember flipping the pancakes when all those little bubbles started breaking. I also remember being in charge of making the orange juice.

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Today's 5-minute Stream of Consciousness post went by really fast. I feel I could have probably gone on and on. Perhaps that's better for you all that I had to stop at 5 minutes. :-) I really didn't think I'd have anything to say on this topic, so I was caught a little off guard when the timer started chiming.

Thanks for a great topic today, Fadra!

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