My mom and me.
I've realized this morning that it's ten days until the big 6-0. I had hoped to host a big bash in our newly restored back yard but, alas, the promised six-week garage-deck-patio project is now at 14 weeks and counting. I'm guessing at least six to go, so maybe we'll party next year instead. Therefore, in a burst of total narcissism, I'm going to celebrate here, six years at a time. Don't apologize if you get bored! Actually, just don't read.
Years 0 ~ 6
The basics: Ohio country life with my parents, my two brothers (the second was born the year I turned six), and my extended family all nearby. The second half of kindergarten and first grade in Florida, where my parents were planning to move.
One word: Idyllic.
Best memories: The ocean and the palm trees in Florida, and in Ohio the fields, the trees, the creek, the butterflies, my cat Tomasina and her kitten Butterball ~ whose designated role in life was to became My Cat ~ our great dane Jody, and my paternal grandmother next door, who would drop everything for us at any time of the day or night.
Biggest fears: Snakes. Big ole' long blacksnakes stretched across the road at home, and coral snakes in Florida. Honestly, I am so scared of snakes (which my brothers and I later spent years catching), you'd think they were every last one of them cobras prepared to leap out of nowhere and kill me instantly.
Music: Perry Como and also the Lawrence Welk show, which we watched on Sunday evenings after dinner at my maternal grandparents' house in town. My plan was to become a blond, curly-haired singer named Peggy on Lawrence Welk. My hair is neither blond nor curly, I can't sing a note, and obviously I have the wrong name ~ but that was nevertheless my fondest dream.
Quote (This is kind of like a yearbook!): "My work is to love the world" ~ Mary Oliver.