My mom and I stopped by my grandparents house this morning in Alhambra. On the way home there was a situation with an old man and a loose dog that got us off course a bit so we decided to drive by our old house. This house is the house that I grew up in until I was four or five (Mom??).
My memories of living here are somewhat scattered. I remember playing outside with my sister and sleeping in the bunk beds in the room that the two of us shared. I remember seeing my mom wash the windows. I remember that I thought the kitchen was really big. Not sure if that's true or if I was just small. Much like when we went back today I was surprised that the driveway looked so small. Guess it's me that has changed size. I also remember celebrating a birthday there where I was really excited to get a navy blue sweater vest because Vickie had a similar one. And then there was the very traumatic snapping pajamas incident. I remember throwing a fit because I wanted a nightgown like Vickie's and I got snapping Care Bear pajamas instead and I threw them away. A few years after that I recalled the event and started crying uncontrollably because I thought that it had hurt my mom's feelings. I still get teased about it and don't know if my parents actually remember the event or just remember my recollection of it. Either way I am in therapy so don't worry about me. I am sorting it all out. ;)
Besides that event also remember seeing my parents cook dinner together and I remember coming home one Christmas Eve from my grandparents house and my parents taking us over to see Santa next door.
It was a nice trip down memory lane today.
I would love to hear other memories that my mom and Vickie have of living in hear. (I would say my dad also but I know he doesn't read this.