As I was preparing for the Christmas gift wrapping and exchanging, one statement my mom used to say, came back to my mind: "Never rely on the box". This statement was repeated at every Christmas simply because she would reuse the same boxes year after year.
This story is something I only partially saw, while another part was told to me. When my brother was 4 (and I was 12), my Dad played Santa for us but also for our cousin who lived fairly close to our house. Unfortunately, that day, the roads were not the best.
Yes, it is that time of year when many kids will make a long list of presents they want to get from Santa. This can also become a tough situation when families can't afford items on that list, and parents have to find a plausible explanation for why Santa won't or didn't bring in what the kids asked for.
When I grew up, we never had a house. Until adulthood, I always lived in an apartment, and a second floor apartment at that too, which meant that any large gathering was nearly impossible, except for one year.
A few years ago (maybe like 30 years ago), I discovered the sport of curling as we had a fun spiel organized at work. I was new in town, and had never played. However, I do remember that, when I was quite young, I would watch curling, on TV.
Kids' perception or interpretation of things that surround them is very different than how adults see them, and as kids grow up, sometimes, it will differ from what their peers understand. I experienced that when i was in grade 4.
When i learned to write, in grade 1, i learned cursive writing, then, i had to learn the other style in grade 2 when i changed school, and back to cursive in grade 3. Is that why my cursive handwriting was so fluid? Maybe so.
When I was in elementary grades, we had desks that were attached to the chair. It was all one big, heavy desk. I guess they were convenient to prevent moving the chairs, making noise, or even tipping the chairs backward (and risking a fall). Since those desks were "one size fits all", they all needed to be adjusted, one by one at the beginning of the class.
When I was a kid, like most kids, I had some favorite TV shows. I was really impressed by the technology of TV programming when I found out that real people could call in, and have the call answered live (of course, it was the time of live TV, then).
Halloween has always been a fun time, with enjoyment in the trick or treating part, and the costumes. Going out at night, in the dark, was also a treat in itself, however, it was more fun when Halloween was on the weekend, because we had more hours to go around and gather goodies.
As I have mentioned before, I was not a particularly athletic child. I liked sports to some extend, but I never had that drive that some other kids had. Sports were fun, mostly if they were individual as I was not much of a team player. I preferred to compete against myself, at my own speed and level.
I have not been involved much into sports when I was a kid. Yes, I would play some sports at school, and for a while I was doing gymnastics but when I was 11, I had a coccyx accident which basically stopped me (I was not that good anyways). In school, one sport I remember playing was soccer, and that was probably just for phys ed class.
As a kid, we likely don't have much knowledge of how things can hurt or why and that is why we usually relied on Dr. Mom. When you were a kid, did you understand why you had a stomach ache? Or a blister? Or why removing that scab would make that scratch bleed again? I didn't.
As you might remember, when I was young, my great-grand-mother lived on a farm where they had animals and large fields. Their main crop was potatoes. They had three huge fields, although I only remember the one that was right in front of their house, across the street.
Kids will do things that are not always logical in an adult's mind, but maybe it is because kids don't rely on logic to do what they do. They just feel like doing something? They do it. That's it. And when I was a kid, I was probably no different. Even to this day, I am still wondering why I did some of the things I did.