When I was a little girl I loved to sit on the floor of my BFF's walk-in closet and play with Barbies, or with the Sunshine Family. A blond mom, a brunette dad, a couple of kids (and maybe a dog... I can't remember). The shelves acted as floors to the homes and my friend and I sat back-to-back for hours playing happy family. There were the typical wardrobe changes every five minutes, the cool cars each family would drive, and the constant rearranging of the plastic furniture. It was glorious.
random memory #2
My black and white checked polyester pants with the permanent creases down the legs. They also had cuffs and were bell-bottoms. Man, those were cool.
random memory #3
Walking to 7-11 in third grade with Kathy Green and hearing her swear like a sailor. I always felt so gross once I got home, but I was wimpy then and never said anything to her about it.
random memory #4
Helping my friend Karen clean her house and listening to Cheap Trick turned up so loud that we had to yell to talk to each other.
Why are there so many little memories like that that stick to the mind and heart like glue? And so many things I should remember, but can't. It is so random what we hold onto.