Hold onto your shorts!
The first story that comes to my mind when someone asks me to tell about a childhood memory or something funny that has happened in my life is easy to think of. The kids that I work with at school have been writing memoirs lately, and to give them ideas, I like to tell the following story:
One time when I was about six years old, I went sledding with my dad, uncle, younger brother, and maybe one of my cousins. My family was visiting my dad's parents and brothers in Minnesota for Christmas. One of my uncles, Dan, lives near a park reserve that has a large hill that is now used for tubing. However, back in the day, it was just a hill, some trees, and wildlife.
We trekked the long eighth of a mile (yes, I used runkeeper.com to figure this out) from Uncle Dan's house to the hill and waddled to the top (hello, Christmas Story). It was decided that since my brother was younger, he would sled with my dad and I would sled with Danny.
As we started zooming down the hill, my Uncle Dan yelled to me, "Hold onto your shorts!"
Innocent six-year old me hollered back, "I'm not wearing any shorts!"
Quickly, Uncle Dan replied, "Then hold onto your underwear!"
We zipped to the bottom of the hill, or at least part of the way down, crashed our sled, and tied our legs in a pretzel. This story is simple, yet it always brings a smile to my face. It will always be funny to me, and yet more importantly, it brings about a sense of warmth and love because I was surrounded by some of my favorite people.
One time when I was about six years old, I went sledding with my dad, uncle, younger brother, and maybe one of my cousins. My family was visiting my dad's parents and brothers in Minnesota for Christmas. One of my uncles, Dan, lives near a park reserve that has a large hill that is now used for tubing. However, back in the day, it was just a hill, some trees, and wildlife.
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We trekked the long eighth of a mile (yes, I used runkeeper.com to figure this out) from Uncle Dan's house to the hill and waddled to the top (hello, Christmas Story). It was decided that since my brother was younger, he would sled with my dad and I would sled with Danny.
As we started zooming down the hill, my Uncle Dan yelled to me, "Hold onto your shorts!"
Innocent six-year old me hollered back, "I'm not wearing any shorts!"
Quickly, Uncle Dan replied, "Then hold onto your underwear!"
We zipped to the bottom of the hill, or at least part of the way down, crashed our sled, and tied our legs in a pretzel. This story is simple, yet it always brings a smile to my face. It will always be funny to me, and yet more importantly, it brings about a sense of warmth and love because I was surrounded by some of my favorite people.
I started this blog as a memoir to share some of my life stories with you. My goal is that these encourage and educate you on how to live a more joyful, healthier, full life; one of hope.
I write about my fascination with whole foods, my love of Jesus, my struggles, my childhood stories, my passion for education, and my devotion to creating a healthy life (body, mind, and spirit) for every person in the world.
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