Maggie’s post last week, got me thinking. Please bear me as I attempt to explain another easy topic for April. Those of you completing A to Z, way to go. You’re near the finish line.
If you care to join us, it’s easy.
- Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
- You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
- Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
- If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.
This week’s prompt is: Things I Don’t Miss
Many of us had let’s say “challenging” childhood experience. Others were gifted with loving kind families. I don’t want to pursue the dark places. I’d like to keep it light and fun to look back on some childhood/young adult things you don’t miss having in your life. It could be an activity you are glad you don’t have to do, a place you are glad you don’t have to go, a habit you’re glad you no longer have, etc. Write about one thing or write about a few. You do you.
My post follows:
I don’t miss having to eat awful things that someone made me eat, like pearl onions or Brussel sprouts. (Even my dog wouldn’t touch them.) We had an open area behind our house. My brothers and I became experts at hiding them in napkins or clothing and then throwing them over the back fence after dinner.
I don’t miss having a bedtime that didn’t fit my bodies time clock. I would lay in bed for hours unable to sleep. I will admit to the flashlight and a book under the covers being my saving grace. I think my mom knew what was going on, but figured as long as I was quiet, it was OK.
I don’t miss being in high school where I was confidant that I knew more than many of my teachers. It’s easy to learn from those you respect and extremely difficult to learn from those you don’t. Gratefully, along with the bad, there were some good ones. College was so much better because if the teacher was less than stellar, you could often switch out for another one.
I don’t miss having someone else pick out clothes for me. I would often have to wear something gifted to me that I hated. It’s funny how some clothes just wore out or got torn much easier than others.
I don’t miss having to do all the chores in the house because I was the only girl. (OK, this is a little bit of a dark place.) When I married my now ex, he did the dishes and I mowed the lawns. I wanted to raise my girls to know everyone should know how to do every household chore and they should not be gender specific.
In order to keep myself from droning on, I shall stop here.
What do you not miss?