Memories Of Days Gone By: Episode II

After enjoying writing my first memories script, from the depths of me to you, my reader, come my memories - again. ;)

This time I'm going to group them for more convenient retrieval, by places.

Let's start with the:

The Front Yard: 

I remember there was a large stone, forever it sat there in the dead centre of the yard only to be moved when grass cutting took place. When the grass was cut, it always revealed to the world the colony of creatures living under it.

I remember there was always one big crow that would chase away the blue jays. My father would often go out onto the front porch and scream at it. I took to screaming at it as well, although I'm not sure why as I secretly rather liked that big crow.

I remember the bleeding hearts that grew next to the house and how my mother would always warn me not to eat them as they were poisonous. I had never considered doing such a thing until she warned me not to. After thorough consideration though I still did not eat any and here I am today. :)

I remember the Christmas lights and how they'd be strung out on the monsterous pine tree that we have in the front yard. How I got so excited when the lights were on, and how proud I felt that our yard was lit up so beautifully.

I remember running to the picture window of our house that looks out onto the front yard and during thunder and lightning storms watching in awe as bolts of lightning streaked through the sky and counting the time intervals in between claps of thunder. I'd often prop myself up onto the davenport, chin on hands, mouth surely agape, taking it all in.

I remember hearing a story of my older brother and how he accidentally slurped a noodle through his nose. At the time and/or now as I recall this story I imagined that he ran around the front yard screaming as it happened.

I remember making a super big snowman in the front yard with my father, older brother and older sister and how much fun we had doing so. It had a carrot for it's nose and an old toque for it's hat.

I remember the tulips that would grow around the lamp post in the spring. My mother told me that my father loved gardening and then and there I told myself that I'd love gardening too when I was older.

I remember the odd bird that would fly into the living room picture window. The "thud" sound. Me thinking of a solution and then never finding one... only to hear the thud again several months down the road, trying to think of a solution and then never finding one... only to hear... well you get the point. 

The Garage: 

I remember the garage always teaming with earwigs and dreading opening the swinging, creaky metal door as I knew that they'd come raining down. I always planned my escape route and due to that strategic planning and a knack for running fast to date I was only victimized by less than 10 earwigs.


I remember the old tree next to the garage and how it went up and onto the garage. I climbed up onto there with my brother once and felt like I was on top of the world, seeing a perspective completely unimagined minutes beforehand.

I remember how the temperature gauge that hung on the garage had several holes in it from my older brother playing around illicitly with the pellet gun one day.

I remember how the tobaggon would sit on the very top of everything during the summer months.

The Fire Pit

I remember that we had a fire pit in the back yard that we used a few times. I clearly recall that we had a hot dog cook off one Canada Day and how much fun it was.

I remember years after wondering if we actually did have a fire pit as grass and shrubbery grew over the spot where it once existed, leaving only the memories.

The Garden

I remember being able to pick strawberries, blue berries and raspberries from the garden and immediately chomp on them.

I remember that immediately across from the strawberries was an overhanging of plant growth that smelled sickly sweet when one entered.

I remember the yellow wheelbarrow and the wheelbarrow rides that we'd give one another.


Well folks, it's late here and the memories aren't flowing as one who is writing a post on memories would like. So until next time keep on using your brain's recall function. It's free! :)