This Was My Childhood

I was creative. My sister and I didn’t rely on electronics, or toys for that matter, to have fun. We played hide and seek. We climbed the tree in our backyard. When my dad finally trusted us with his video camera, we filmed movies with our Playmobil figures.

Hannah and I learning a song on our great grandma, Barboo's, piano
Hannah and I learning a song on our great grandma, Barboo’s, piano

This was my childhood.

I laughed a lot. One person that made me laugh in particular was my Uncle Doug. Whenever he visited, he brought with him a new story that always had me in stitches. Or a new joke that I would tell to my classmates the next day. I grew up with a family that wasn’t afraid to be goofy. A family that never wanted to take life so seriously.

Me, Mom, Hannah, Grampa, and Uncle Doug in the back.
Me, Mom, Hannah, Grampa, and Uncle Doug in the back.

This was my childhood.

I had a lot of friends. Every Saturday after soccer practice, I would go to Tess’s house since she lived right next to the field. On weekdays, I would go to Hannah’s house and bounce on her trampoline: my mom even let me sleep over her house on school nights a few times. Every Friday night, Maddie, Emily and I would have a sleepover. Whether it was watch “Madeline” for the hundredth time or play Crazybones in Maddie’s basement, we always had something to do.

My eighth birthday party.
My eighth birthday party.

This was my childhood.

My mom had cancer. Breast cancer. I was in middle school, unsure of how to handle these emotions. Up until that point, life for me had been carefree. Now I had this dark cloud over my head every day: would I lose my mom? That’s when I met God. He knew I wasn’t going to lose my mom and when I prayed for her to get better, He answered that prayer. My mom has been in remission for seven years.

Mom and I conquering  the ropes course at the camp I work at this past Fall
Mom and I conquering the ropes course at the camp I work at this past Fall

This was my childhood.

My life overflowed with love. 

Hannah, Grampa and I
Hannah, Grampa and I

This was my childhood.

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