Remember When?

So, to make this blog somewhat useful (at least for me), I will be sharing something (a memory...a thought...who knows what!) about my younger self. So that, when memory fails, and it is failing, my kids will understand why their mother is so CRAZY! I should apologize before we begin for the many run on sentences and horrible grammar. Unfortunately my memory is one long run on sentence!

5th Grade - Mrs. Olson - Cherry Hill Elementary School (Mission, B.C.)

Fifth grade was the beginning of the end for my hair. Not only did my mom finally relent and cut me some bangs (a decision that many people would later regret), but this was the last picture I have where my mom did my hair...everything after this was a crap shoot...literally...a crappy photo shoot.

During 5th grade I was coming to terms with being a girl. Sure, I still loved to catch frogs and caterpillars [my brothers and sisters and I caught tons of caterpillars in the cherry tree out front and then had little caterpillar "circuses" (complete with ramps and obstacle courses) until one day when they all disappeared...hmm...Mom?] and I was delighted when my best friend, Carla, found a newt on the way to school, but it was the beginning of my lifelong love for "Anne of Green Gables" and "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers". What could be more girly than that?

I started babysitting in 5th grade. My sister, Natalie, and I babysat for a family with 3 kids (2 toddlers and a baby). One Saturday we watched the kids for 10 hours and earned $15! Wow! We were raking it in. What is that...like 75 cents, each, an hour? I was 10 years old and Natalie was 9! What were the parents thinking?

So until next time...