Hi and welcome to Friday Fun Facts! Come play along and learn something new about me, and I’ll learn something new about you.
My youngest son and I were having a conversation this week, the type you have where you reminisce from days gone by and share childhood stories. We were talking about things that had happened in his life. Events from when he was younger that he had fond memories of.
The first day of kindergarten, the first time a friend came over after school, when he learned to read. He even asked about the art picture that I’d had hung up for years, but finally took down not long ago to store away for later. We discussed past vacations and got to talking about pictures from some of those trips, especially the camping trip to Ohio where we camped with my nephew and his wife and kids. We had many great pictures from that trip, my hubs in his boat, the kids at the campfire roasting marshmellows to just silly shots of everyone. Then we laughed as we discussed how he used to go with me to yard sales and one in particular he begged me for a helmet, in case he fell down was his reasoning in wanting it. LOL And how at another sale he talked me into getting a kitten. (That’d me Smoky, he’s a great cat)
And it all ended when he brought up his worst Christmas ever. Apparently I messed up and didn’t get him—I mean Santa Claus didn’t get him—any of the gifts he wanted. (Yes, I do remember that day well. Right after he opened his last present he huffed that this was his worst Christmas ever.) At the time my heart broke, but now it’s a funny story.
There were so many stories and events and we had quite a few laughs. After we quieted down he asked me how old he was in that picture? How old was he when he learned to read? How old was he when we got Smoky? Or when he had a friend over for the first time after school…the list went on and on. The funny thing was it seemed like every answer I gave him he was either five, almost five or had just turned five.
Yep, even at the ripe old age of 5, he’d had his worst Christmas ever. Sad that it only took five years, but I think after that he’s had some pretty good ones. lol
Anyway, we joked five was his lucky age, the year he’d had the most fun and memorable events.
Which brings me to today’s Friday Fun Fact question….Drum roll please…
If you could go back in time and be any age you wanted…a particular age maybe that you have the fondest memories, or did something spectacular, which age would you pick and why?
Looking forward to reading your answers!