Common Mom

I’ve been tagged by Regina! So here goes . . .

10 Years Ago… I was 25, had been happily married to my prince charming for 1 1/2 years, and we had just bought our first house. I went skydiving with my friend T to celebrate our 25th birthdays and also got my first tattoo - my Peace Mickey, which I’d wanted since I was 17. I had said that if I still wanted it when I was 25, I’d get it . . . so I did The hubby and I were having tons of fun enjoying our beautiful new home state and meeting all kinds of new friends through work, volleyball, softball, and just being out and about.

20 Years Ago… I was 15 and a Freshman in high school. I had just transferred to a new school and was making all kinds of friends on the volleyball and basketball teams. I moved in to a house with my mom, and I was happy as a clam. Just as I am now, I like being busy and always had something to do, whether it was playing sports (volleyball, basketball, softball), going to sporting events and playing in the band, or just hanging out with friends. My poor Mom put lots of miles on the car and spent lots of time IN the car.

30 Years Ago… I was 5 and having the time of my life - well as much as a 5 year old can. I remember finding stray cats and my brother and his friends and me trying to sell it from a stand we set up on the highway - pretty tough to sell a cat in a farm community. We also set up lemonade stands and pretty much had the run of our tiny little farm town with our friends. And we never got in trouble, because we knew that mom and dad would know we were in trouble before we did! Everyone was watching everyone else’s kids all the time. We spent the weekends at my cousins farm, driving the 3-wheelers and snowmobiles, playing hide and seek in the dark, trying to climb from one end of the shed to the other on the farm machinery without touching the ground, and jumping off the ladder in the grain bin into a huge pile of corn or beans. We saw a ton of our extended family and were best friends with my cousins. I will always remember the day when we were playing outside at the farm and it started to rain. My cousin and I were in the shed and wanted to be in the corn bin with my brother and my cousin’s brother. So we ran through the pouring rain down to the corn bin and jumped in. When we got called in for dinner, my cousin and I were covered from head to toe with red corn shucks, stuck to us from the rain! Mom and my aunt made us stand outside in the pouring rain until all the red shucks had come off. Lesson learned - do not jump in to corn bin after running through rain.

Most every blogging buddy I know has already done this, but if you haven’t and want to play along, feel free!

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