I remember my metal Wonder Woman lunch box with the matching thermos. Long gone now and sad I didn’t save it, because some days I sure could use a little Wonder Woman.
I remember my Fisher-Price record player, and the first album I ever got: Cyndi Lauper’s She’s So Unusual. I played it to death and even now have a particular affinity for Cyndi. I’ve also introduced her to my daughters. They especially love “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.”
I remember sequestering myself in my room with Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary books. Reading for hours on end while twirling my hair in bed. I remember my parents warning me to slow down and savor the books, but I couldn’t help myself. I blew through them.
I remember the Confederate Jasmine that grew, winding itself up and around the post for our mailbox. It smelled like a slice of heaven.
I remember swimming lessons in our backyard, and being greeted by homemade lemonade, sandwiches and Cheetos for lunch afterwards. Sitting there in my wet suit, dripping over the patio, hungrily devouring each bite after an hour fetching bricks from the bottom of the pool.
I remember Pepperidge Farm Verona cookies. Strawberry. I’d sneak down to the kitchen and somehow make my way through a whole package in two or three days. Maybe with a little help from my dad.
I remember our Yorkie, Darby, dug holes in the backyard and put her rawhide bones & bagels in them. Then she’d just leave the hole open, not covering anything back up with dirt. She also buried a few bones in potted houseplants. Mom was not happy.
I remember my Grandma Mytch’s green jello with hunks of cream cheese in it. I hated it. But I loved her piano and her cat, Sissy. I remember Grandma Mytch always played the same song on her piano, “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” I remember when we moved her into the nursing home, my mom took us to visit her every weekend. And mom gave her manicures. How sweet that was even though us kids were bitching about how bored we were and we wanted to go home.
I remember Uncle Lumpy, a red & white clown blanket I had. He had a head, hands, and feet on his blanket body. Sounds creepy, but I loved him. He laid on my bed a long time. I think my Auntie Maureen gave him to me.
I remember being a little girl dreaming very big dreams. One of them was to be a mommy. Am I lucky or what?
What do you remember?