Fun Monday - Set adrift on Memory Bliss...

Karisma is our hostess for this week's Fun Monday. She wants us to take a trip down memory lane. Here's what she had to say:

"I want you to take a trip down memory lane, and keep right on going, right back to your childhood. And I want to hear "THAT STORY". You remember the one? Yes, you do! The one your parents, siblings, extended family or friends, would never let you forget, live down or get over!"

I seem to be doing that quite a bit of reflecting on my past lately, so you would think this assignment would be right up my alley...you would think so, but it wasn't. I even employed the help of my mother to try and find out if I had "That Story"...but there doesn't really seem to be one that we could come up with. I was begining to think that I was going to have to bow out of Fun Monday this week, when mom started telling me about the "little things" that I'm always reminded of. So, I don't have that ONE story, but I have a bunch of little ones...I'll give you those.

In the first I was about 4 years old. I come from a family of smokers, everyone in my family has smoked as long as I can remember. (I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that I hate smoking and won't touch the stuff...hmmm). Anyway, while sitting around with the family one day, my uncle took his cigarrette and shook the ashes out into an espresso cup. And I, in my little girl voice, pointed at the cup and said "Is this an ashtlay too?". The story is much cuter told in the Portuguese it was originally spoken in, with my mispronunciation of the word for ashtray. It is also one of those that anytime anyone in the family taps their ashes into anything that is NOT an ashtray, my family says, in that same voice, with the same mispronunciation "Is this an ashtlay too?" I wonder if now that my parents, and most of our extended family no longer smoke, that story will die out? hmmm

(That's me and mom)

The second story has me at about 5 years old. I was never a fan of naps, or of going to bed in general. This hasn't changed much, I still will do anything possible at night to put off the moment when I have to go to bed. I love to sleep, don't get me wrong, but I have a hard time "calling it a night"...I love to be awake more. Anyway, the story goes that when I'd be told as a child that it was time for bed, I'd fight it tooth and nail, and repeat endlessly "I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy", and I'd actually fall asleep saying those words. Then there were the times my mom would go lay down with me in the afternoons, to put me down for my nap. For years my grandmother would tell the tale of the time I walked out of the room, into the kitchen where my grandmother was on tiptoe, and whispered "Shhh...mommy's sleeping".

(Me, mom and grandma -and dad with his big mustache in the corner)

And that's it, that's all I've got. Not too exciting around these parts today, so I'm sending you back to Karisma's so you can check out other stories, which are sure to be a lot more fun!

And be sure to head over to Blue Momma's Fish Bowl for next week's assignment.