80 Post Challenge – Post 44


Name your most cherished childhood memory.


Oh this is nice. Okay… well most cherished is hard, because those are being replaced by stuff happening around me right now. But I have a very strong memory which I love to recall. Well two actually, but in one of them I was rather unhappy so I’m going to talk about the cheerful one.

We had two blankets. Thick kinda fleecy things in kinda gold and brown colours. I assume it was one each for myself and my sister. Anyway I remember being very small (maybe five… maybe seven…?) and having great times playing with these blankets. But the memory that sticks with me is Mum holding two corners and Dad holding another two corners while myself and my sister sat in the middle like a hammock. Then they would swing us around over the sofa; back and forth back and forth.

I remember screaming because it was so awesome and thinking about how awesome my parents were (a sentiment that has never changed, incidentally) and how much I loved them. And how much fun they were. I remember trying to climb up and peep over the top until a particularly enthusiastic swing dumped me back into the middle again (where it was safest).

Oooo oooo and I have another one!

I know you said ‘one,’ bite me, I’m on a roll! :p

We used to have this fluffy white rug in the middle of the living room. Faux fur. And became the focal point of loads of games me and my sister played. We’re Walking in the Air was always a favourite, as well as the Unicorn and the Mermaid. I wish I could remember which way around we were, though its likely that I was the unicorn since I would have been big enough to get her on my back… not the other way around. So the unicorn would graze on the island (the rug) and each day the mermaid would jump out of the ocean (the carpet) onto the shore of the island to chat with the unicorn. They would tell each other stories. Which were super cute and proper kid-like. Which is perfect, since that’s what we were.

Walking In The Air tended to come out at Christmas (hence why I remember it so well) and involved me lying on my back with my knees up so my sister could lie across my shins. Then I’d fly her through the air while we sang the song. I must admit though, our version never seemed to be as gentle a ride as the one on The Snowman since we changed one of the lines to ‘we’re walking in the air, and crashing down to the floor!’ Which would then happen very soon afterwards.

I’ve been thinking of that song a lot lately, actually. I played it on last week’s radio show, and since then have developed a growing urge to watch The Snowman. I’ll have to see what I can do about that.


 

 

 

 

My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.

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About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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3 Responses to 80 Post Challenge – Post 44

  1. Jaxtasha says:

    Lol! I was so freaked out by this song I remember not sleeping because I was convinced the Snowman would come to abduct me too! That explains a lot about going into Psychology I suppose, and taking all the criminal psych modules available… every other child sees fun with a snowman, I see kidnap!

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    • I shouldn’t laugh, but that’s so bizarre to me. All I ever think about is how cool it would have been to go flying off with a made made of snow who was good enough to wear a hat and scarf but no trousers (okay, maybe that’s a grown up thought, rather than a kiddie thought o.O).

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