Oh man, I have many childhood memories. Many! But, I have to pick one *sigh*. Hey, maybe I will share two. Here goes....
I was about seven years old and we were living at our old house on Fern street. To describe the scene for you all, my neighbors; Nikki, Roy, and Jacob; lived in the next house on our right. Alex, Amanda, and Kendall lived next door on our left. These were the kids we used to play with constantly. Do you all remember when Pokemon was the phase for kids in the late 90s? We used to play the actual card game, play the video games, and indulge ourselves to no end with Pokemon. Looking back on it, it was not a good use of my time. I was also a huge baseball card collector. I had a magnificent amount of baseball cards ranging from Willie Mays to a Kevin Millwood rookie card. I would usually spend countless hours in my room reading off the stats each player contributed in his baseball career, and rate them. I had a massive compulsion for these things, which I now realize was a huge waste of time. However, this is beside the point of this specific memory.
Now, I was headed over to Roy and Jacob's house for something. There was a problem though. A gigantic rosebush stood between our houses. Now, I am a young, naive, inexperienced young child. At seven, I had no idea what a rosebush was. So without contemplating my footsteps, I ran directly through the rosebush. (ha) Now, I know you are all laughing, but it was a horrific experience for me as a child. Once I found myself on the other side of the rosebush, I was bleeding everywhere. I did not cry, which was a miracle in those days. I was actually rather shocked that I had a good portion of thorn piercings all over my body. Yeah, shocked! :) I learned after that difficult experience that rosebushes are not a plant you want to mess around with. Thankfully, I have saved myself more heartache by always walking around rosebushes since that very day. I will never forget that day. It will live in infamy until I die. :)
I will share the other memory some other time.