Today's topic for the #blogeverydayinMay blog challenge is "tell a story from your childhood." Well, now to narrow it down to what story to tell..... I have the most vivid memory. I always have. I can remember ridiculously specific details that no one in my family even recalls. My mom often jokes that she must have been in outer space during my childhood because she doesn't even remember some of the stories I tell!!
I have liked clothes since I was teeny tiny. And not just clothes, but accessories too! I was definitely destined to be a girly girl (although I went through a major tom-boy stage!) There are two specific memories that I remember as a child that I think explain me and my love for clothing so well!
The first is when I was at the ripe age of three. My parents would be watching television in the living room while I was playing with dolls in my room. I was always easily entertained, all I needed were my dolls and music. I guess that's where I began to *think* I could sing as well...why didn't my parents tell me I was a horrible singer??? Anyway, I recall having my dolls dress up and put on a show. I decided I wanted to do that too! So, I went into my mom's closet, put on her bra, underwear, high heels, pearls, and a top (all huge on me) and went out and sang "Achy Breaky Heart" by Billy Ray Cyrus for my family. We have it on video and any time it is shown at a family event I end up in tears from laughing so hard! (too bad I can't find this picture!)
The second memory was when I was in kindergarten and picture day was coming up. What a big deal that was! The morning of picture day I was adamant about picking out my own clothes, which I loved to do. My mom tried to persuade me as much as she could to get me into a dress she had bought me for "the big day," but I resisted. Instead she finally let me pick my outfit to avoid my fussiness. In the photo below (sorry for the bad quality) you will see that I have a red and white bow in my hair, a top with flowers, bottoms with different flower print on them, yellow socks, and clear jelly shoes. Apparently all of my favorite things as a five year old. Oh, and we can't forget my 101 Dalmatian with me (we were allowed to bring a stuffed animal). I'm still trying to figure out why I have the sad face in the photo....maybe it's because I was made fun of for wearing that ridiculous get up!! When my parents got these photo proofs they laughed for a solid five minutes about the fact that I had put this outfit together for picture day.
What is a childhood memory that you recall?