flashback

We had the aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters, and parents over for a BBQ on Sunday night and it was a ton of fun. Spending time with extended family always reminds me of my childhood.

Here’s a rare glimpse into my childhood.

I post these basketball trader cards not for self-proclaimed cute factor but because I recently realized that I cannot comprehend a time when I was less than five feet tall and only eighty pounds. I don’t remember being that small. I was terrible at basketball but enjoyed every second of every game I ever played in. I begged my parents to let me quit piano lessons and use the money towards registering me for a summer basketball league. I loved it when I got an accidental rebound and the coaches rewarded me with a play they drew up especially for me. I loved getting rebounds.

When I think back about my childhood, I feel like my mind has always been the same. I’ve always been thinking the same kind of thoughts and it’s been a pretty fluid transition from childhood to adulthood as far as my minds goes. I don’t know if that makes sense. I don’t have the mind of an eleven year old, but the thoughts I had at eleven years of age still make sense to me today. My body, on the other hand, has always just grown and developed– seemingly independent from everything else. Often against my will.

So many things have changed since age eleven. And then so many things are the same. I still love basketball, even though I do more watching than playing these days. I still stay up late at night reading fiction– except now my reading is accompanied by the rhythmic breathing of the husband sound asleep next to me. I still like to write, but now it’s typed on a blog instead of by hand in my bound journals.

I like holiday weekends because of the extended leisure time but I also really like holiday weekends because you get to skip the groggy Monday part and get right to the “oh, tomorrow’s hump day already!” part.

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