Childhood memories …
Are there certain things you see or do that sparks a memory?
Maybe something you eat or hear?
Something triggers in there and you start thinking about
all the fun you had doing that when you were a kid.
One weekend in June we were in Indiana to see the family.
The ladies (and all the kids) were off doing their things,
and the guys (with not a child in sight) were off doing theirs.
No, we’re not bitter or anything but let’s just say
maybe next time they can see how that maxi van rides.
Anyway, getting back on track.
We both arrived home about the same time
and there on the back of their truck was a little dirt bike.
When we were kids we practically lived on
a dirt bike, 3 wheeler, jeep or something like this.
Someone asked Tris when he learned to ride.
“Um, I don’t know. When I learned to walk!”
That’s about when I was thinking too.
I don’t remember learning to ride a dirt bike
or drive a jeep. They were just part of our life.
Now backing up a bit.
The guys were in town and found
a bike on Craig’s list, looked it up,
combined their cash and bought it.
On the way home they stopped to check out another one
that was leaning against a tree with a “For Sale” sign.
“We don’t have the cash right now, but we’ll be back!”
And they were.
They came home and dropped off one,
asked Grandma for some cash and were off to buy one more.
So now 3 guys are part owners of one bike
and Grandma is the proud owner of the 2nd one.
Sat. afternoon and evening were pretty much a race track.
If you didn’t know how to ride before, you quickly learned.
Sometimes the little bikes were on overload.
They made a few rounds and stopped for the next guy to take a turn.
Since I grew up riding, I thought my girls should learn also.
They loved it.
Problem is, now they have a short lists of “needs.”
That Sunday was Father’s Day.
Since the guys took care of the dishes on Mother’s Day,
the ladies were generous and offered to do them for their day.
The guys looked out the door and almost offered to wash the dishes.
Kids of all sizes were waiting to start the bikes.
It was just a little bit like watching a circus.
Madison said, “This is like watching all those little
cars in the parade that go in circles!”
They stopped to line up for a race.
There may have been some cheating involved
since the smallest bike was the first one off the line.
They were kind enough to come back after awhile
and give their kids a push start.
Eric decided Dakota is quite old enough to learn to ride.
And so he did!
He was one proud little guy.
Only problem was, he learned on Sunday afternoon,
just a few hours before we were ready to leave for home.
Now it’s not just 2 begging, it’s 3.
(or maybe 4)
Grandma generally has a nice looking lawn.
After that weekend, it was more of packed yard/race track.
We hope it recovered.
Dirt bike riding wasn’t the only thing we did that weekend.
It was just the only thing we did after we bought them.
They had a lot of rain and the creek was just perfect for playing.
We spent hours playing in this creek when we were kids.
Now when we go back, my kids always hope for a little rain
to make the creek just right for a good splash.
This gang created a body dam to stop the water …
… from filling these guy’s bathtub.
One of them yelled,
“We don’t need a bath tonight since we took one in here!”
We also filled up on ice cream that weekend.
Ice cream was pretty much a staple growing up.
We had home made ice cream parties with the cousins.
We ate it before bedtime, for dessert, a snack and just about any time.
When Tim bought an ice cream machine from a restaurant
going out of business, we had it up and running in no time.
Grandma bought every kind of cone, candy and cookie crumble
you can imagine to pile on it and the kids
thought they were in ice cream heaven.
Suffice to say, a weekend at Grandma’s is never dull.
Lots of memories for the next generation, coming up!