The fondest memory I had as a child was when my mom took me and my siblings to the nearby creek to catch crawfish with our homemade fishing poles, or flown our homemade kites in the front yard, using them as a mean to “send messages to God.” Cost of such adventures, nearly zero, but the fun times and fond memories it created, priceless.
It’s easy sometimes to get lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life that we forget that in the eyes of a child, it is the simple things that matter.
This is why I recently taught my son how to dangle on the outside of a shopping cart as I zoomed through a grocery store making speeding car noises. Although disapproving looks were casted from all directions from concerned parents, I couldn’t care less. My little man was having fun and I was getting my errands done. And if, BIG if, he happens to hurt himself, it will be a free lesson to hold on tighter.
Let kids be kids.
It is the littlest things that makes memories good ones. Next time can you get Alan to video this and post on FB? lol. The noises from you will be very entertaining to see.
Crystalina
June 7th, 2010
Short and sweet post.
Gina
August 20th, 2010