One of the girls’ favourite things to do at the moment is to have running races up and down the laneway beside our house.
Every evening after dinner, Miss Four will announce it’s time to race. She will give her little sister a head start, but beats her every time.
As they run barefoot and carefree with their wild hair dancing behind them in the wind, I wonder if they will remember these simple moments. I wonder what moments from their childhood will be etched into their memories forever.
When I think back to my childhood, my memories are speckled with tree climbing adventures, football matches, dancing concerts, recording 21 Jump Street without my parents knowing, and curling up in one of our rocking chairs to read Baby-sitters Club book after Baby-sitters Club book.
Growing up I was fortunate enough to have a secluded river parkland as my backyard.
Our house was hidden down a long narrow driveway and nestled into a leafy bend of the Brisbane River.
I was about two years’ old when my parents bought the house and we stayed there until I was 15.
Mum said she always feared I would wander off and fall into the river. I only wandered off once apparently, putting the living fear into her. I was found quickly enough though chatting to the neighbour’s pet cockatoo.
Our river parkland became the home to many an adventure. I was quite the tom boy climbing our jacaranda and poinsettia trees as high as I could go. I remember I would spend long periods of time in the trees just sitting, thinking and daydreaming.
The poinsettia was my favourite to climb with its thick smooth branches. That is until a friend of mine carved Renee 4 Bradley into it. I cried a million tears over that one because I didn’t even like Bradley. Geez.
We spent every second weekend playing football. Dad and my sister were on one side while my brother and I were on the other. My brother and I would always win.
If we ever accidentally kicked the ball into the river, Dad would tie a rope around my brother’s waist and lower him into the river to get it!
I remember picking flowers from our garden and setting up a stall to sell them, but there was one problem with living on a secluded park. You rarely had people walking past. I never sold one thing.
I remember picking mulberries from the mulberry bush and gorging ourselves silly on them.
I remember cowering behind our screen door like a scared rabbit as Basil our neighbour dangled in front of me a snake he had killed.
I remember firemen putting out a raging fire my parents had accidentally started on the river bank.
Inside our house we had a fireplace with a small brick ledge. My sister and I would use the fireplace as a house for our Barbies and a stage for the many, many, many dancing concerts we put on for our family.
I remember spying out my bedroom window on the goth woman who lived next door. She had long black hair, a white face, and skulls for earrings. I was terrified yet intrigued by her. I was certain she was a witch.
I remember when I was 15 and working at a local gift shop, my friend came in to congratulate me on my parents buying a new house. I was furious at my parents for not telling me and devastated we would be leaving our childhood home.
It didn’t matter though because the memories I have from that home have stayed with me and will remain for a lifetime.
What memories are you holding onto from your childhood?
Now it’s my turn to tag some bloggers to share stories from their childhood home/s.
Linking up today with the ever-awesome Jess for IBOT.