Here is where you post your memories, if you want to enter our Memory Lane Contest. It’s open to all, first-timers welcome–and you can win a prize.
I’m remembering my iguana, my pet for 17 years–nice big lizard who thought he was a mammal. My wife, my mother, and my neighbor all made tasty salads for him.You collect a lot of memories in 17 years, and here’s one of many fond ones:
When Patty and I played board games on our dining table, or in bed, my iguana liked to climb up there and join us. He never interfered with anything we were playing, and we were happy with his company. Dammit, I still miss him! He grew up thinking he was a mammal, and acted accordingly.
Now it’s your turn–memories, please. And you can enter as often as you please.
This is a memories I have from my berry picking days. It was a very hot day. My brother saw that some older boys had their shirts off. He did the same. He was blond hair and fair skin. He ended up with his skin peeling for days.
I think a lot of us boys made that mistake.
I can remember being addicted to the board game Monopoly along with my childhood friends. We would play it by the hours every chance we had and dream of someday being among the rich businessmen of the world. I sure stopped thinking like that after I became born-again, for it is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God than for a camel going through the eye of a needle.
Me and my friends also played Monopoly for hours, and sometimes as a family.
Here is a memory (from my book), when I when to the Philippines the first time, to meet the women who would become my wife.
“Once in town, I checked into my lodging house. I needed rest, for I find airplane seats unfavorable for sleeping, and by that time I had been awake for nearly twenty-four hours. As I prepared for bed, little did I know I had company. While brushing my teeth, I picked up a small garbage can to move it to the next room. I looked down, and inches from my hand was a monster-movie-sized spider. After I evicted him, I spent a feverish twenty minutes checking beneath the bed, under the covers, on the walls, ceilings, and behind the dresser to make sure he was the only one, and not part of a felicitous family reunion.”
Ugh!
Jarts with the pointed medal tip, firecrackers, sparklers, cap-guns, me and my brother blowing up his model cars after he got tired of them with M80s.