tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63358772011-04-21T10:55:00.101-07:00A copycat blog about important (and not so) moments from my pastNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comBlogger3821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-63077966985670637802007-09-15T18:15:00.000-07:002007-09-15T18:18:31.473-07:00

I remember being excited one day when my mom said she was taking me to visit a friend of my Grandma's. This woman evidently owned a horse (I don't remember if she lived on a farm or just out in the country, but the horse lived on her property.) Anyway, Mom said I was going to get to ride the horse, so we got in the car and drove to the lady's house. Imagine my mom's surprise when the woman

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I remember the first time I drove myself over to the new Bradley library branch to return books. I opened the door to the book drop and threw my books in....then I turned around and saw the actual book drop. I had thrown my library books in the garbage can outside the library. I spent a few minutes inspecting the large metal one-piece trash can to see if I could get them back out. Once I

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I remember going to a photographer when I was about 3 years old. I think his name was "Uncle" something...maybe "Uncle Andy"? Anyway, I thought he was a lot of fun because he just sat with me and showed me a bunch of toys and played with me. I'm not sure I even knew at the time that he was taking pictures. As an adult, those are my favorite pictures of little me.

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I remember stealing my dad's cigarettes when I was 16 or 17 years old. Whenever I saw a pack, I'd steal a few and throw them away. When I was feeling very bold, I'd dispose of the whole pack. I also left him notes in his ashtray and rolled up in his cigarette packs. I don't remember exactly what they said, but I'm sure it was along the lines of "You're gonna die from this!"

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I remember learning how to play Cribbage from my Great-Grandma Bebe.

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I remember watching "Who's the Boss?" and thinking that Tony Danza's character reminded me of my dad. Not just because of their physical appearance, but also because of their personalities (well, minus the fact that Tony Danza played a housekeeper...I don't know if I ever saw my dad do any housekeeping.)

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I remember showing up to babysit three little boys and the mom telling me, "If you see something that looks like spaghetti in Trevor's diaper, it's just pinworms." I have no recollection of whether I actually had to change the littlest boy's diaper during the time I was there, nor do I remember if I saw pinworms or not, but the very idea was almost too much for 15-year-old me to take!

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I remember being about 15 and getting a zit near my mouth. I put a little peroxide on it, then a dab of Noxema, and wore that to bed. In the morning, I had a hole in my skin about the size of a dime, because apparently the chemical reaction ate the skin. I forgot about what I had done the night before, and my mom, fearing impetigo, took me to the pediatrician. He took one look at my face and

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I remember being in Best Buy in Bloomington during college and seeing a guy with a huge bushy beard. I'm talking "mountain man" looking here. I saw him, then looked away, but I recognized something in him and caught a second look when he walked by me. When he saw me he smiled and said hello, and only then did I realize it was David C., a guy I knew from high school and attended church youth

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I remember a college professor who appeared to live in his office. He always had a couple changes of clothes hanging on the back of his door, as well as enough food strewn about to last him at least a solid week of grading papers all night, every night.

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I remember Beth & Bob's Mickey Mouse phone.

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I remember "Sweatin' at the Yammies" at Slobe & Joon's party.

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I remember a stray cat that hung out around the house Jason and I lived in during our senior year of college. This cat was more like a dog, because he would walk with me to class in the morning.

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I remember when Jason and I got engaged, we asked all of our parents to meet us for dinner one Saturday night so we could announce it to everyone at the same time. My Dad showed up with a bottle of champagne, and I asked him how he knew he was there to celebrate something. He said, "I figured either you would tell us you are engaged and we'd all have a toast, or you'd tell us you are pregnant

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I remember trying to come up with a plan to meet Jason (who is now my husband). I had only met him one quick time, enough to say hi and that's it. But a year later, I actually noticed him. And wanted him to ask me out. Since we had no friends in common, I called up the radio show he helped host on our college station, and dedicated a song to him. I called with the intention of dedicating "

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I remember sleeping over at Jason's dorm room quite a bit our Sophomore year. His roommate Slobe, would always be out of bed and showered well before we even got up. When I was very lucky, he would come back from the shower, leap onto the table in the middle of their room and start to give us a strip-tease. (There was never much actual stripping involved.) The best table dance he ever did was

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I remember walking into the teacher's lounge one day when I was a student teacher. Or trying, anyway. As I approached the door, an old lady teacher stepped in front of it and said, "Honey, you can't go in there!" And I was like, "Well, I'm a student teacher...." She looked me up and down and let me pass. At the time I was 21, and if I had been teaching at a high school, I wouldn't have

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I remember camping with my dad and a bunch of other dads & daughters that were in our Indian Princess group. One morning I woke up before all the other kids, and only my dad was up, making pancakes on a camping stove outside the cabin. Nothing extraordinary happened that morning, but it's just a nice memory.

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I remember the wold boys that lived behind us when I was a kid. One time they told us that their cat had kittens, and while swinging one of them around in circles by its tail, the tail came off and the kitten went flying. I never confirmed the story with their mom, but I'm still hoping that they were just trying to get to me, since I used to be such an intense cat lover.

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I remember being at Monicals with some classmates...maybe in 4th grade? I think we must have been on a field trip. Anyway, one of the other girls, and I'm pretty sure it was Gina, informed us that the tomatoes in restaurant salads were always "rancid". At the time, I'm not sure I knew what that was, but I knew it wasn't good. And I've always eaten around raw tomatoes in restaurant salads ever

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I remember having fun when we went out on Strolling Strings gigs.

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I remember making frozen bananas on the porch with my Grandpa Choppy

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I remember being about 3 or 4 and having Santa stop by our house. We have a video of the event, and I seem to have played along with the whole thing, but I remember at the time thinking, "This is Kerri's dad dressed up in a Santa suit."

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I remember that my second and third grade teacher (same teacher both years) was probably less than a foot taller than the kids in the class.

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I remember the first time I had a dream that I was convinced was more than just a dream. I was sitting with my Grandpa Claude who had died a few years earlier and we just talked. Besides feeling very real, the dream was also unique in that I woke up a few times during it and kept going back to the same conversation with my Grandpa.

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I remember eating breakfast at my grandma's house one morning after my cousin and I had spent the night there. Grandma got a box of raisin bran out of the cabinet & we poured two bowls for ourselves. Once we added the milk, tons of little black BUGS floated to the surface. Granny was like, "Oh, I guess that cereal has been in there for awhile...."

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I remember not talking to my best friend, Kerri, for about a month when we were 12 or 13. I think the "fight" started when I didn't show up for her birthday party, which she had not specifically invited me to. I was mad because she hadn't invited me, and she was mad because I didn't know I had a blanket invitation for life to all events she was present at. I got a letter in my mailbox one day

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I remember being a Day Camp counselor my first summer home from college. I worked with, among other college kids, a guy who I went to high school with and didn't like at all. I remember being pleasantly surprised when I realized that either I was too quick to judge him when we went to school together, or he had grown up a lot in that first year out of high school.

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I remember walking through Rock Creek as a kid and hiking at the State Park.

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I remember watching "The Price Is Right" on my great-grandma's living room floor.

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I remember the year (1984?) we had a snowdrift so large in our backyard that my dad carved out a snow fort that we could actually walk into.

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I remember when my high school orchestra teacher found out I was intending to major in music education in college. He decided I needed to be a student conductor for a music contest ensemble. I was mortified to have to conduct my own friends, but also very interested to have the chance to see if I liked that part of teaching.

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I remember trying on costumes for our eighth grade play. I guess me and a couple other girls took too long getting our clothes on because when we reappeared, our teacher actually "booed" us. Loudly and like the old lady in "The Princess Bride". ("ALL HAIL THE QUEEN OF PUTRESCENCE! BOO! BOO!")

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I remember my dad having a riding lawn mower with a trailer attached to it that looked like a small trolley. I think my Grandpa made the trailer. My dad would pull it up and down the streets in our neighborhood and let all the kids ride on it. We thought it was the coolest thing ever.

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I remember being about 6 or 7 years old and deciding with my neighborhood friends to dig a swimming pool in the field behind my house. We got out there with our shovels and dug a big old hole, then dragged hoses from my house and the house that was diagonal from my backyard, right next door to the lot we dug the "swimming pool" in. We were maybe 10 minutes into filling the hole with water

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I remember going on a triple date to my junior year boyfriend's Homecoming. We went with his brother & his date, and their friend & the friend's date. The friend and his date talked about s-e-x the entire time we were eating dinner, and since I was still in high school and still pretty innocent, I was scandalized. After the dance we went back to this friend's house where he and his girlfriend

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I remember the summer after my junior year I wanted to stay in Bloomington, so I got an apartment with an aquaintance named Gina. Conveniently enough, Gina was dating a guy that my boyfriend, Jason was going to live with over the summer. The four of us decided to pull a switcheroo and have Jason live with me and Gina with her boyfriend. My mom visited that apartment only one time, and to

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I remember warring with my sister over who could practice their instrument the loudest. I would sit down at the piano and start playing, then Natalie would have to pull out her violin and start sawing away, just to get me riled up. She would especially love to do it whenever someone was on the phone or when she knew someone was coming over. Maybe she thought that if the right person called or

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I remember getting hit on by my "boss" at my work-study job in college. I was a freshman, and he was a junior and was in charge of scheduling our work shifts, although it was the Professor in charge of us that did the hiring and firing, so this guy really had little power over my life. So I wasn't really nervous about losing my position when I made it clear that I had no interest in him, but I

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I remember that I wrote a poem in junior high for a school assignment about my grandparents. It was about how I missed them after they moved to Florida. My mom must have sent it to them, because my grandma sent me a copy of her trailer park newsletter that had published my poem in it. I felt a little strange about the whole thing because I had written a bunch of very nice things, but some of

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I remember at my high school graduation that one of the special ed. kids got a standing ovation as he walked across the stage. I didn't know this kid, I'd barely even seem him in the 4 years I was in high school. But I did know that he was 21 and had been in high school for 7 years. That combined with the fact that every member of our class was on their feet cheering for him made me cry (and I

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I rememebr walking off the stage at my high school graduation and being met by my dad who gave me a boquet of flowers. Now it's not unusual for girls to get flowers from their family after they walk off the stage, but I never though of my dad as a "I'll give my daughter flowers at the school" kind of guy. But I guess I was wrong, and it made me very happy.

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I remember being at the skating rink with my church. We had rented out the whole place for "family night". I was wearing a pair of pants that had a really difficult button to undo. I skated for awhile, knowing that I needed to go to the bathroom, but, as kids do, I kept putting it off because I was having too much fun. I waited until the last possible second to skate over to the bathroom,

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I remember going grocery shopping with my mom. One particular time, we shopped, paid, and drove home. When we got to our driveway, my mom opened the trunk only to find it empty. We had forgotten to load the groceries into the car. So, we turned around and went back to Kroger, where they had put our cart in the freezer, knowing that we would be back.

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I remember Devil, my grandparents' rat terrier dog that my Grandma treated like her child. Devil died when I was in junior high, and two more identical dogs have followed in Devil's footsteps. Tasha didn't live too long, and my grandma got Molly right after Tasha died. I think this was when I was in college, because I always forget and call Molly "Tasha". Then I always sit there and wonder

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I remember a Christmas when my parents were particularly strapped for cash. A night or two before Christmas, my dad spent the entire evening in the garage and we could hear the tools going. Christmas morning my sister and I were each given a wooden dollhouse, made by Dad, and my mom was ready with all sorts of material and paper scraps to help us put "wallpaper" and "carpet" in it to decorate.

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I remember my baloon popping at a family cookout, and me trying to figure out how to get the pieces back together so I could blow it back up.

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I remember my dad laying on the couch with an ice pack on his crotch, and my mom making us promise not to talk about his vasectomy.

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I remember walking to the Butternut Bread store with my Grandma.  I think the bread was something like a quarter a loaf (this was the early 80s).

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I remember being mildly disappointed that I didn't get to go on the 8th grade Washington D.C. trip.  My parents said that there was a fairly good chance I would be murdered if I went, because the crime rate there was high.

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I remember the legend that Mikey died from a stomach explosion caused by the combination of pop rocks & coke. 

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I remember wishing I was cast as the "heroine" in our 8th grade melodrama.  I was convinced that Jenny only got it because she had boobs.  At least I didn't have to play the dog like one kid in the class did. 

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I remember eating trays of half-frozen ice as a snack.  The crunch was very satisfying.  Another favorite snack was nuking a marshmallow with a little butter, then stirring in rice krispies.  It was a Rice Krispie Treat Blob.

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I remember babysitting for a family that always wanted me to videotape "Law and Order" for them. I guess this was before you could set your VCR to automatically tape something. Anyway, the thing that makes me laugh is that I was about 15 at the time, which means that show has been on the air for 13 YEARS!

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I remember getting sick one night because I ate WAY too many chocolate chip cookies made from Pillsbury's refrigerated dough. It took a long time for me to eat that kind of cookie again!

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I remember watching reruns of "I Love Lucy" while laying on my great-grandparent's living room floor.

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I remember a high school boyfriend dropping me off after our first official date. We were standing on my porch doing the "do we or don't we" awkwardness thing. We were 15, so his brother, who we double-dated with was sitting in the car watching us, and we (rightly) assumed that my little sister was watching us from behind the sheer curtain in our front window. He announced, "I feel like a

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I remember attending a Halloween frat party in college dressed as Pinnochio. I only had 2 glasses of the rum punch they were serving, but it must have been pretty strong. Luckily Jason was there to chase me home as I ran drunk down the streets with him yelling at me the entire time. I rememeber that he was fairly annoyed with my condition as he chased me home, but once we got there and I got

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I remember attending a Halloween frat party in college dressed as Pinnochio. I only had 2 glasses of the rum punch they were serving, but it must have been pretty strong. Luckily Jason was there to chase me home as I ran drunk down the streets with him yelling at me the entire time. I rememebr that he was fairly annoyed with my condition as he chased me home, but once we got there and I got

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1088047681250502162004-06-23T20:26:00.000-07:002004-06-23T20:28:01.250-07:00

I remember the chair that Katie and I referred to as the "torture chair". It was given this name because it was the chair that we sat in while we supervised each other calling up boys to ask them on dates. The torture chair did not bring either of us much luck.

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I remember a girl named Liz that I went to school with. She was a pretty homely girl, and legend had it that her mom was very superficial and always on a mission to make her daughter look better. This legend was meant to explain why Liz's hair was always tinted green (we said it was because her mom dyed her hair too often.) Unfortunately, the green hair earned Liz the nickname "Lizard" when

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I remember being a surprisingly good tennis player when I played on the high school team. Anyone who knows me now would deny the fact that I might have ever had any sort of athletic ability, but I swear, my doubles partner and I had winning records both seasons we played.

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I remember walking from violin lessons at the junior high to vacation bible school at our church, carrying a violin case, in the Illinois heat & humidity of July. Nasty.

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I remember answering an ad for a sales job. I went to the orientation to find out what the job entailed and decided through the course of the day that the whole thing seemed shady and not a company I wanted to be involved in. After the orientation, the boss called each of us individually into his office to hire (or not, I guess) us. When it was my turn, I told him that I didn't have a good

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I remember being in Chicago late one New Year's Eve. My boyfriend and I took the train back home and were stuck in a car alone with one very drunk man who kept insisting that he was a preacher and wouldn't it be fun if he married the two of us right then and there (I was 18). We spent the entire time politely fending off his offer, and hoping that he didn't turn belligerent.

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I remember playing in the "Fun Band" at my grandparent's senior citizen's retirement trailer park in Florida. I was about 14 when we went out to visit them, and my grandma really wanted me to play with their band. I think I was given a tambourine or some such rhythm instrument.

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I remember that my entire family loved Grandpa Ollie's homemade fudge. We would all stand around the kitchen while he cooked it, waiting for him to empty out the pan so we could all pounce on it with our spoons and scrape it clean.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1088046414952518242004-06-23T20:06:00.000-07:002004-06-23T20:06:54.953-07:00

I remember my dad attending the Indian Princess group with my sister and me.

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I remember the first and only blind date I ever had. He was a guy named Soren, who tried to impress me with his musical knowledge of complex time signatures, and used a Sting song to illustrate said knowledge.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1086468198207414122004-06-05T13:42:00.000-07:002004-06-05T13:43:18.206-07:00

I remember having to clean the castle in the Bourbonnais Children's Museum because I was the smallest volunteer, and the castle ceilings had to be less than 4 feet tall.

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I remember getting thank you notes in the mail from people who saw me perform.

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I remember babysitting 2-year-old triplets. Good lord, it's a miracle I ever had kids of my own!

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I remember "working" at Hardees for a couple hours, as a reward for good behavior at school. My mom came in for lunch and I got to punch her order into the register. It was quite a thrill for a fourth grader.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1085248369520439022004-05-22T10:52:00.000-07:002004-05-22T10:52:49.520-07:00

I remember taking the SAT test in 6th grade (why? why?)

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I remember the rumor that Richard Simmons broke down crying when trying to record the last song on one of his workout tapes.

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I remember asking my mom to put my hair up in Princess Laya-like braided buns on the sides of my head. Luckily, she avoided doing it as much as she possibly could.

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I remember thinking that I had fat calves (which I don't and never have.) That's pretty much the only body part I can ever remember being self-consious about.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1085112830904670922004-05-20T21:13:00.001-07:002004-05-20T21:13:50.903-07:00

I remember loving Christopher Pike books when I was in junior high.

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I remember tossing my cats down the laundry chute.

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I remember developing an old roll of film I found in a drawer. My specialty when I was young was taking lots of pictures which I didn't have enough money to develop. So I'd stick the roll of film in a drawer until years later, it was rediscovered. This particular roll of film was full of pictures of my cabbage patch kid and my cats dressed up in doll clothes.

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I remember the play we did in high school where the girls & guys had to share a dressing room because the second one was used as the "jury room" (it was a courtroom drama, and audience members were pulled up to act as a jury.) There were plenty of "oops, I didn't know it was the girl's turn to be undressed!" accidents when we were getting into costume for that production.

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I remember feeling very bold in college when I purchased the "Kama Sutra". Instead of it being risque` or obscene, it turned out to be a very poetic and very vague guide to the "lingam" and "yanni".

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I remember showing up for a theater call one night wearing bright red underwear. In the second act of this play, I had to wear a very thin, gauzy white skirt, and I knew every single person in the audience would be able to see through it with such obnoxious underwear on. So I had to go to our (male) director and ask to use the phone to call my mom. He wanted to know why I had to use the phone

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I rememeber the smell of the high school auditorium, and the rush of adrenaline I got when the curtain opened each night.

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I remember Kevin and Winnie and "We've Got Tonight".

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I remember having a bonfire at the State Park after my final shift at Chicago Dough. My boyfriend and I quit on the same day and enjoyed torching our uniforms.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1083955416544942622004-05-07T11:43:00.001-07:002004-05-07T11:48:04.606-07:00

I rememeber watching "Miami Vice" with my cousin.

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I remember finding the collection of antique eyeglasses in my great-grandparent's attic. They must have had 10 or 15 pairs that all dated from 1900-1940s.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1083955350044275592004-05-07T11:42:00.000-07:002004-05-07T11:46:58.123-07:00

I remember my dad's homemade french fries.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1082940447689347862004-04-25T17:47:00.000-07:002004-04-25T17:51:39.420-07:00

I remember that my great-grandparents used hydrogen peroxide as mouthwash.

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I remember having impetigo for school picture day in third grade. For those of you that don't know what that is, it's a virus that gives you an open, oozing sore near your nose or mouth. Mine was at the corner of my mouth, about the size of a dime, and boy was it lovely in the picture!

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I remember seeing "Camelot" in Chicago with Richard Burton. I was about 9, so I was too young to really appreciate the musical, but I was very impressed with the archetecture of the theater and the art work on the ceilings.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1082940237780907462004-04-25T17:43:00.000-07:002004-04-25T17:48:09.560-07:00

I remember the couple years that my aunt didn't speak to my grandparents because she had "remembered" something horrible that they had done to her as a child. Then after a couple years of not speaking, my aunt decided that the shrink that she was seeing helped her to invent that memory, and she made up with my grandparents. That was when I really knew that there was a "crazy gene" in my family,

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1082940097264424332004-04-25T17:41:00.000-07:002004-04-25T17:45:49.076-07:00

I remember the time my mom stepped down our front step and her trick knee gave out. She just crumpled to the ground, and I wasn't really sure what to do (I was probably 7 or 8.)

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I remember hating after-lunch recess in junior high, because it wasn't really "recess" so much as "talking with your friends while standing outside on asphalt."

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I remember having $75 in my savings account when I was about 10, and thinking, "Wow, I REALLY have a lot of money!"

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1081546993145896492004-04-09T14:43:00.000-07:002004-04-09T14:47:02.920-07:00

I remember having a crush on Alex P. Keaton.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1081546959188949902004-04-09T14:42:00.000-07:002004-04-09T14:46:43.590-07:00

I remember working at my Dad's office when I was 15 and really enjoying all the organizational tasks they gave me.

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14462234281181668215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335877.post-1080506556040052092004-03-28T12:42:00.000-08:002004-03-28T12:46:09.250-08:00

I remember collecting cafeteria sporks in junior high. It started out as a personal challange to get the entire collection (numbers one through 100 - or didn't you know that sporks had numbers on them?) by the end of the school year. Word spread, and after each lunch all my friends who sat with me would offer up their sporks, and the occasional random kid would also come up to me to ask if I

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I remember reading Harriet the Spy and digging up a pair of my parent's binoculars so I could spend hours watching every window I could see from my bedroom. I even kept a log of all the people I spied on.

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