This week, I'm introducing an ongoing series including memories and recollections pertaining to the good things that have made me happy throughout my life so far. I encourage you not just to simply read it and smile, but think about it and try to recall your own happy memories.
It's hard to think back and remember your first memories. I don't remember much of anything before I was at least 4. I remember the apricot tree in our backyard that my dad made a rope swing for. The rope was white and blue and I used to pretend that I was an explorer and swing across perilous precipices. Sometimes my dad would play soccer with me in that backyard. He'd kick the ball in the air and it would go soooo high, it would practically disappear! And I'd laugh and laugh and I thought my dad was the strongest person in the world. Sometimes he'd go away on a business trip and we'd say goodbye to him at the airport and I'd be sad so he'd cheer me up with a whisker kiss. At the time he had a pretty thick beard and he'd scratch it against my cheek and I'd feel better. I also loved the playground. My favorite was the one I called "the swirly park" because it had a tall, yellow spiral slide. Sometimes we'd go to the lake as a family and I'd love swimming and pretending I was in the ocean, fighting off sharks. We'd play frisbee on the beach and my mom would cook the best smokies ever.
Keep thinking,
- The Sad Blogger
