so i am doing something new - per the title, on wednesdays i am going to start sharing memories from my childhood/past . just another way to get to know me and for myself to see how far i have come and what i have learned (or still to learn!)
for starters, i will tell you my favorite memory from when i was younger. it has to do w/ my brother - my twin brother.
it was summer ball season and i don't remember if it was the first or second summer after tee-ball. tee-ball is coed and after you play so many years you move up to pitching machine. so my twin and i were not on the same team anymore.
it was uniform day - well, shirt day. everyone got to see who sponsored their team and what color they were going to be. i don't remember the color, but i remember i was number 6. yep - good ol' #6. practice was over and i was making my way toward the school/car - wherever mom or dad was waiting. my brother came running up beside me - showed me his number then asked what number i had. after showing him i was #6 he told me to wait a minute and ran off. he returned moments later and said - there, now i'm #6 too!
my brother is quite the athlete - and was THE athlete at our high school. he was also quite popular. and in our younger days - grade school - as i look back now, he will never know what it meant for this sister to have her brother want to be the same as her (if only in numeric value!).
for starters, i will tell you my favorite memory from when i was younger. it has to do w/ my brother - my twin brother.
it was summer ball season and i don't remember if it was the first or second summer after tee-ball. tee-ball is coed and after you play so many years you move up to pitching machine. so my twin and i were not on the same team anymore.
it was uniform day - well, shirt day. everyone got to see who sponsored their team and what color they were going to be. i don't remember the color, but i remember i was number 6. yep - good ol' #6. practice was over and i was making my way toward the school/car - wherever mom or dad was waiting. my brother came running up beside me - showed me his number then asked what number i had. after showing him i was #6 he told me to wait a minute and ran off. he returned moments later and said - there, now i'm #6 too!
my brother is quite the athlete - and was THE athlete at our high school. he was also quite popular. and in our younger days - grade school - as i look back now, he will never know what it meant for this sister to have her brother want to be the same as her (if only in numeric value!).
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