Memories…like pretty much half of my mind.

I have an amazing memory for the minute. It’s shocking really. I remember images in my  head of things that happened when I was three years old. Like, I can remember the make and color of the my grandparents car when Bree was born. I was sitting on it out in front of the hospital. It was a white Buick with burgandy interior. I was was wearing a red dress. I first saw Bree & my mom through the third window on the left from the old Osteopathic hospital. My dad handed me a box a diapers to carry out to the car, which was super crazy because it was the same size as me. That dad, so silly. I can literally play this series of events back in my head as if it were a movie.

A couple years ago, e1 and I spent a couple of days with my uncle and aunt, Gary and Georgia, at the Georgia house. Over red wine we started talking about some of the trips we had taken. My cousin Shannon is an only child, so on occasion, I’d get to tag along on trips they would take. One of my favorites was to Steamboat Springs, Colorado where we stayed on a dude ranch. Don’t ask me what the dude in dude ranch stands for because I have no idea. We talked about things everyone remembers from the trip. Gary falling out of the boat, twice, pulling Georgia in once, while white water rafting. Waking up at an ungodly hour to go hot air ballooning, then getting caught up in an air stream  that took us far higher than we were supposed to be. And dressing like cowboys. All the time. Check it:

How is it that pants can go that high at the waist??

What’s that about, right? I honestly don’t even know where to start…other than to say, wow, that’s not cute. And it has just as much to do with the fact that I was entering my “awkward years” looks-wise as it does with the hats we’re wearing. I imagine this picture was taken after a day of horseback riding. This is where I start remembering things other people don’t. My horse’s name was Juniper, she was black. On the first day of riding, she up and decided to jump a creek. It was terrifying, but I handled it with aplomb and everyone thought I was rad. We went tubing down a little creek that was fuh-reezing and we gave up quickly. We panned for gold and begged g. & g. to let us take home bags of sand containing microscopic flakes of “gold.” Maggie, another guest our age had a huge crush on an older boy, we told him and she was hella pissed and hid from us for a day. She had sisters with super cool hair. They had the Posh Spice haircut and this was back in the early 80’s. The people who own the ranch didn’t have a tv and had never heard of break dancing!! I could go on…but I won’t. Please, just revel in the awesomeness that is that picture.

c.