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charliesmum) wrote2005-06-23 01:08 pm
charliesmum) wrote2005-06-23 01:08 pm
Memory Meme (Meme-ory?...No)
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Five random memories from your childhood. One for each sense.
Sound: The sound of the dishwasher running. Every night, after we kids were tucked in bed, the last thing my mom would do is run the dishwasher, and I would fall asleep with it humming in the background. It was comforting, the sound of routine, which is all any child wants, really.
Taste: Campbell's Chicken and Stars soup. Total comfort food, and what I generally ate when I was sick. Just tasting it today brings back that dreamy feeling of sitting on the couch in jammies in the middle of the day, a tv tray in front of me, and some show I'd never get to watch otherwise blaring away.
Smell: Cantaloupe. Every summer we would go to Ocean City NJ where my grandparents lived. One summer, and I can't remember which one, we stopped on the way home to pick up some fruit at one of those farm stands. On the way home, the trunk got so hot that it totally killed the cantaloupe that was in the trunk, and for the rest of the summer our car smelled faintly of cantaloupe. To this day that sweet, fruity smell takes me right back to the summertimes of my childhood.
Touch: Beach again. Stepping onto the beach when the sand was so hot you couldn't stand there for more than a second. We made it a game, seeing who could stand there the longest before lifting up the foot and hopping onto the other one and eventually racing down to the stretch of beach closer to the ocean, the hot sand giving way to cooler, wetter sand the muddy sand that squished between our toes as we went into the ocean. Then there was the jetty - a collection of rocks that made a sort of pier in the ocean, designed to keep the beach from eroding or something. We would climb all over those rocks, warm and rough and slippery by turns, and pretend many things, from being shipwrecked survivors to visitors to an alien planet.
Sight: Leaving my grandparent's house at the shore. My grandfather would stand outside, next to the little ornamental street lamp that was in their yard, and wave us off. I would be in the 'back back' of the station wagon, waving at him as we drove down the street. The last time he did this was the last time I saw him alive; he was ill with cancer and passed away when I was 10 years old. I can still see him standing there, smiling, and waving good-bye.
bookgrrlFive random memories from your childhood. One for each sense.
Sound: The sound of the dishwasher running. Every night, after we kids were tucked in bed, the last thing my mom would do is run the dishwasher, and I would fall asleep with it humming in the background. It was comforting, the sound of routine, which is all any child wants, really.
Taste: Campbell's Chicken and Stars soup. Total comfort food, and what I generally ate when I was sick. Just tasting it today brings back that dreamy feeling of sitting on the couch in jammies in the middle of the day, a tv tray in front of me, and some show I'd never get to watch otherwise blaring away.
Smell: Cantaloupe. Every summer we would go to Ocean City NJ where my grandparents lived. One summer, and I can't remember which one, we stopped on the way home to pick up some fruit at one of those farm stands. On the way home, the trunk got so hot that it totally killed the cantaloupe that was in the trunk, and for the rest of the summer our car smelled faintly of cantaloupe. To this day that sweet, fruity smell takes me right back to the summertimes of my childhood.
Touch: Beach again. Stepping onto the beach when the sand was so hot you couldn't stand there for more than a second. We made it a game, seeing who could stand there the longest before lifting up the foot and hopping onto the other one and eventually racing down to the stretch of beach closer to the ocean, the hot sand giving way to cooler, wetter sand the muddy sand that squished between our toes as we went into the ocean. Then there was the jetty - a collection of rocks that made a sort of pier in the ocean, designed to keep the beach from eroding or something. We would climb all over those rocks, warm and rough and slippery by turns, and pretend many things, from being shipwrecked survivors to visitors to an alien planet.
Sight: Leaving my grandparent's house at the shore. My grandfather would stand outside, next to the little ornamental street lamp that was in their yard, and wave us off. I would be in the 'back back' of the station wagon, waving at him as we drove down the street. The last time he did this was the last time I saw him alive; he was ill with cancer and passed away when I was 10 years old. I can still see him standing there, smiling, and waving good-bye.