Memories

Guess who got her car back yesterday??? *BIG HUGE SMILE*

After a month of dealing with this bullshit... I finally got her back and she was such a site for sore eyes... I was so happy to get her back that I drove around for awhile rather than taking her straight home (which I would usually mind due to gas prices, but I got a gas voucher from the dealership to fill my tank so I was chillin). I also got a free oil change. It didn't make up for the fact that they steadily told me my car would be ready when and never was, but it definitely helped...

Moving on... I was working with my 3yr old client today (who actually showed some serious improvement today... FINALLY, the fruits of this tedious labor) when I began thinkin about my own childhood. I started thinking about the things that made it great and why I miss it sometimes... So in true Steve Harvey Morning Show fashion... I've created the

Top 10 Reasons Why I Miss My Youth:

Number 10!I didn't have to worry about a thing back that. I was fed when I was hungry. I took at nap when I was sleepy. I was always dressed in the flyest gear back that (at least to me). And to top it all off, I had that secret language that only my peers knew about. :Sigh:

Number 9!

I cannot get down like this anymore in school. I mean, I have been known to sleep or eat in class, but we don't actually take a break from lecture to truly appreciate a good nap time or snack time. Instead I have to stuff my face whenever I can; and be abruptly woken up when I am sleeping because I was suppose to be paying attention. Man, whatever. If we had a nap time, my sleeping would be a none issue...lol

Number 8! No one could tell me anything when this show was on because all they would get: a 30 sec to one minute delay promptly followed by 'huh?' I was so incredibly engrossed in this show and whatever book he was recommending for the day/week. To this day, I can still sing the theme song without missin a note... *thinking of that being the first utterz post.....naaaaaahhhh..lol*

Number 7!I still remember waiting for my dad in front of Mollie Ray Elementary School (bad ass school..lol) playing pattycake, or whatever hand game was popular at the time with Kesha. (I tried to post two little black girls, but for some reason it wouldn't upload... I think blogger gotta thing against brown people uploads...haha)

Number 6!I actually don't know too many black Americans that played in the rain... but I knew sooooo many haitians and jamaicans that did it when I lived in Miami. We would be outside playing when the weather would suddenly change (cause you know that sunshine state theory is just that...a theory), but none of us would go inside. We would just keep playing and specifically look for puddles to jump in. That always resulted in a lecture/spanking, but whatever... It was worth it.

Number 5!I begged for months for one of these. My dad very rarely bought anything sweet; and he almost NEVER bought candy. Mostly, I didn't care cause I wasn't used to having it, so whatever. But to add the candy element to the jewelry element was too much for me. I even cried... Of course, I was met with a swift smack, and I didn't get it that day, but eventually, I got the pleasure of the ring pop. And what I found out? It wasn't all that amazing... my finger got all sticky and that plastic protector got on my nerves....lol.

Number 4!

The BEST part of my day... RECESS!!!!! I would look at that clock waiting for the moment when the long hand would hit the 1 and the short hand would hit the 3. The bell would ring and a sea my peers would be flying at top speed to hit the swings. Nothing felt like the swings and I'll be damned if I could not stay on that sucker for the entire recess. Of course that was not allowed... we had to take turns... but I did my best to get at least 2 turns during one recess session. It also protected me from the 'hunchin' that was goin... horny children...lol

Number 3!

:Sigh: I don't even know why they make scary movies anymore. Nothing does it to me like Freddy. I mean, I had nightmares for more than half of my life... and '1 2 freddy's comin for you, 3 4 better shut the door...' has yet to leave my mental. I FREAKED OUT when seeing this movie and there has been nothing to date that has reached this level (even tho Chuckie came close...)

Number 2

'Get mad! Get mad!' My brother's words still ring in my ears... He felt that when I got mad, that's when I ran the fastest. That's what we did when we played outside, now that I come to think of it: Compete. We would race, play basketball, football, and tag. My brother always wanted me to be the best. In his opinion, I should have been a track star, but I had little to no passion for running (even tho I did beat all the boys on the block). Man, I still have scars on my knees from all those antics...

And the Number 1 Reason why I miss my childhood

Drumroll Please................

Everyone and their cousin should know about this video. It is the quintessential video representation of how a child feels when the ice cream truck comes around. That feeling... has no words....