"What are your childhood memories made of? A game? A park? A special place you used to visit? OR Look around you. Watch for places and things you'd like your children to remember. Or maybe you see children creating memories as we speak. What will be the thing they remember as classic?" ~ Ellisa
Kids fishing with there fathers, like mine mine did with me perhaps...
I know its hard to see (click to enlarge), but behind these trees is our neighborhood playground...without disturbing family privacy, or appearing to be a possible pedo (maybe I could say I was a PI?) I wanted an active shot; rather than show an empty and possibly sad photo.
My own children loved to visit the play ground with me, their father, and grandparents. I still love to visit the playground and swing now and then; revisiting my own childhood...
Girls just want to have fun... gossiping, boy watching, just going through those teenage trials and tribulations...what girl does not remember sitting with her girlfriends and giggling the afternoon away?
I almost got away with a faceless photo, but as you can see she turned just as my camera clicked...oh well...I guess my career as a PI just went down the toilet!
As I kept my eye out for things that reminded me of 'Classic of Childhood' I spotted these chairs in an area with lots of bushes around, so I wondered if this was a secret hiding place.
My home owners association would never allow a tree house, or even a good ole refrigerator cardboard box for the neighborhood kids to keep in their own backyard. To bad, because imagination was the greatest thing I ever had to play with growing up...
I took liberties with this display I saw while driving into Princeton... My daughter and I shared a love for the holidays. Around the end of July, Anelisa would begin to draw pictures hanging them all about the house. I let her have freedom to express her creative talents. Her step dad in the beginning of our relationship did not appreciate being greeted by ghost and goblins saying 'BOO' as he left each morning for work. He asked that I remind her Halloween was four months away. I had to tell her to curb her enthusiasm until October in the future, and that he would come around.
I will forever and always miss her pictures all about the house in July... Some of us, shall remain enthusiastic children...
Thanks for joining me in Friday 'My Town' Shoot Out, and go check out the others listed on the side bar of this blog... Friday 'My Town' Shoot Out...
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26 comments:
I loved this, thanks for sharing your thoughts and pictures.
I love the first picture, a great bonding time!
We don't have Halloween in Australia but I know it's an important part of your childhood up there!
Oh, yes - you've reminded me of the fishing trips with my daddy. Wonderful memories.
Thank you for sharing these :)
Such a sweet post, E. These memories are so precious. Our kids are with us always.
I fished by the wall in your first photo. Ahh! Memories!
Very nice, Elizabeth.
Oh, you have memories to cherish, Elizabeth. I loved the PI bit you did, sneaking up on the teens. Now that's a classic! it made me laugh. Thanks for sharing your treasures. xoxo
This is an excellent post. I can just picture all the little ghosts on the wall. I think I'd miss it too.
I love the one of the chairs under the tree :) Cute pics!
thanks for sharing your memories and photos. great shoot out!!
Fun memories! Love the photo of fishing. That is very classic.
Love the story about your daughter and her pictures - how sweet!
Your boys fishing photo lead my memory to be flooded with images of fishing with my grandad. Love the chairs, too!
These are great.
Your stories of Anelisa always tug at my heart.
great shots. I think you'd make a great PI!
The gossiping girls: perfect. Nice fishing picture; I wonder if they caught anything?
Ahh I have memories of bow fishing with my favorite aunt Alma...We still often talk about those times...and your pics remeind me of that special time!!!
beautiful memory of your daughter, thank you for sharing with us. I have loved this week, I know it is supposed to be our town, but the personal glimpses of all our members have been wonderful.
My childhood dreams consist of whip cream on the high chair making whip cream pictures and the brownstone we lived in from 1st to 3rd grade...I still have dreams of that magical place
Great shots! Love the chairs under the tree.
Yes, the greatest part of childhood is playing with our imagination. What greater than a huge refrigerator box!
This was such a sweet post! I loved the fishing photo.
That first one of dad fishing with kids is so nice.
My kids are forever drawing things out of season - as they come to mind, and I hang them up anyway - we may get bunnies in the fall, and Christmas trees in July!
When you mentioned playing with an old refridgerator box it reminded me of drawing elements and knobs on the top of boxes to make a "stove". Why do we lose our sense of wonder?
Mammala your going to have to step out of the box...give me some dirt will ya?\
Thoughts of us that love you....will never judge you
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