Saturday, November 7, 2009

I'm a Swinger!

First of all get your minds out of the gutter. You know who you are! This is really about swinging on swings and being a kid!!

The other day my friend MsLatina posted a picture of herself on a swing at a park in New York. It made me laugh and we began tweeting about how much fun it was to swing when we were little. I remember how much fun it was and how we would all try to swing really high. Then we would jump off and try to land without breaking our neck. Good times! This conversation reminded me how wonderful childhood is. I am very lucky I had a great childhood because some kids don't. I basically believe that a good childhood builds a good foundation for life. So I was very lucky. (My sister is on the swing. I am the little one looking at the camera and the girl in the background is our cousin Rita)

I have to admit that when I was little, I was a bit of a Tomboy. I loved playing with the boys and was always willing to roughhouse. Some uninformed and evilly malicious people say I was a little bully when I was a child (no comments from the peanut gallery) but I think that is a little harsh. Sure, I beat up a boy or two or 10. But I was just probably trying to defend myself and sometimes my sister. And I am sure anyone who got punched probably deserved it. Like one day when we were in Costa Rica on vacation. I am sure my cousin Eric was probably harassing me or Jackie. I am sure of it. So I asked Eric, if he wanted a Hawaiian Punch. Now you younger folks won't remember the Hawaiian Punch guy commercials but I used to love them. Anyway, I asked him "Eric quieres un Hawaiian Punch?" and he said yes. So I gave it to him. He had no business saying yes. Now I know he probably didn't know what it meant because they didn't have the commercials in Costa Rica back then but was it my fault he was ignorant of the meaning? I think not. Plus, I am sure I got in big trouble because he started crying. But again, he probably deserved it. I never hit anyone who didn't deserve it.

Anyway as a little tomboy, I also loved climbing stuff. My mom once told me when I was around 4 years old I actually climbed up the ladder my dad left on the side of the house. I snuck out of the house and climbed the ladder to the roof (we had an old Spanish house with the flat roof). She said she heard someone on the roof and when she came up to see who it was, she realized it was me. I was running around chasing the birds. I guess I was totally oblivious I was on the roof and that it wasn't such a good idea. I am sure I was having a blast though. I used to always have a blast when I was little. Now I sort of remember this incident but I was really young so I have to take my mom's word for it. She doesn't lie so I believe it.

I also loved climbing trees. I remember one time I got stuck up in a tree and when I yelled for help my mom actually came out and took this picture. I remember I got stuck because I saw a black bumblebee and freaked out and got stuck. Even at that age bees freaked me out. (that's me stuck in the tree)

I loved my childhood and I remember that most of it was pretty darn good. I miss it sometimes. When I see little kids just frolicking like they were doing at the pumpkin patch a few weeks ago, I have a longing to just start frolicking with them. But then that would require me to actually run and you know I am lazier than sin!! But every so often if I drive by a park, I remember those carefree days of jumping on a swing and just swinging and swinging. I remember the pumping of the legs and the wind in my hair. I remember the feeling when you let go of the swing and flew through the air and landed on your feet or sometimes on your bum. I remember just running around screaming for no reason except that you could. And every time I see swings, they call to me and I swear one day I will stop and jump right on even if it means pushing some little brat off. Just kidding. (the picture is of me and my sister when we went to visit our uncle Herman in Texas when he was on the Army base. I am the one swinging, of course)

Now that I discovered how to scan old photos, I am sure I will be posting more because I love them. I lucked out because when my parents moved to Costa Rica, I actually inherited the Family photo album. I am sure my mom won't be happy I am pulling pictures out of order but oh well. I want to share some with my readers.

5 comments:

  1. LOL! when I saw this RT from @Blueviolet I Just HAD to come over!

    I was a swinger too - I LOVED it!!! and still do - when I go with the kids to the park you can surely find me on the swings!

    Climbing trees? Me too! So fun!

    Thanks for sharing your memories.

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  2. Hawaaiiiiiiannnn punch!!! LMAO! I used to do that one alot. Along with "wanna hertz donut?". Ifyou don't know that one, tweet me....I will blog about it lol. I was always a swinger and a tree climber wanna be. We had a small tree I would climb, it was maybe 5 foot tall lol. I am terrified of heights and it's gotten worse as I get older. But oh the good old days.

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  3. You look like you were having too much fun in that tree! You were one little daredevil girl!

    As for the swings, you better just climb on next time. I tell you there is no better feeling then sitting in that swing and pumping your little heart out!

    You were a cutie by the way ;)

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  4. And if you figured out what Angela meant with "wanna hertz donut?" let me know! I can't figure it out LOL

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  5. You had the same kind of childhood I did. I love that we're about the same age because I can relate to so many of your memories.

    I remember swinging and loving it. Remember when you would get so high that you'd start to get the bump? That's when I knew it was time to jump off.

    I tried to swing last summer and as soon as I got high enough to get that butterfly feeling, I stopped. What happened to me?

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