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I Challenge You/ Post

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https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2018/08/23/i-challenge-you-to-28/


Todays word is “FRIENDS”


I remember that summer, the one that seemed liked it lasted for so long. I was a big fan of Hall and Oats and I enjoy the song ‘Abracadabra” it was the best song for the longest time.

I remember me and my friend Laura having the time of our lives that summer. We both had been planning on me spending a whole week with her in the upcoming summer of 1978. I could not wait for the actual day to finally arrive. Before we both knew it, it was happening. She had moved to Salisbury, about an hour and some away from me in our third grade. We were inseparable back then. Where she was I was, where I was there would be her.

We became friends in our second grade. She was the girl no one noticed much unless to pick on, because she was very quite and reserved. I on the other hand was very outgoing. She would occasionally get picked on by the other kids we went to school with, so of course, I would step in and send them away. I always felt the need to help those that got picked in or was left out of the social circle. Even in elementary, I believe it was my innate right to do so.

We suddenly began finding things we had in common and things we both liked. As I said in the first paragraph, Hall and Oats was definitely one of the things we shared in our likes. We both had wanted to spend our whole week together by going to the beach, but we could get that, our parents did not want to go the beach. This is when we came up with a grand plan for this one week out of the whole summer. We also knew we needed to make the best of things, since she did not live near me anymore and would not be coming back to the school we shared.

Our week’s plan included, making our own beach. Yes, I said that correctly. She had said her father had a sand pile out back of her house, so we thought there would be no harm in using it to create a beach dream , come true. We did just that! We found the perfect place in the yard where we would be all by ourselves and free from peering parent’s eyes. We laid out the sand in an area maybe 5′ by 5′. We went and gathered suntan lotion, a small pool, a beach ball, and our beach chairs. We put on our bathing suits, got our glasses and a radio. We were so set on having a wonderful time at our beach. Just two friends out on our own enjoying the radio and weighing in the water/pool, and enjoying the burning hot sand between our toes, lol.

We did not care much that this was a made-up beach, we just enjoyed everyday, out in her back yard, getting a suntan and listening to the radio as we put our feet down in the sand. The best summer ever, with the absolute best FRIEND a girl could have asked for.

Later on…

We never did that whole week thing again, never even saw each other again, but she gave me what feels like a lifetime of happy childhood memories. Even if it was only a few years, she was by far the best FRIEND ever.

MwsR<3

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Phone Calls/ I Challenge You, challenge

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/i-challenge-you-to-24/


This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:

Phone calls


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Phone Calls

There was such silence this morning. I could almost hear a pin drop. I sat there reading the latest magazine I had. Drinking my coffee. That is when my mind started drifting to a time when there was so much chatter, running through the house, and you could hardly hear yourself think. Those times were the simplest of times and filled with such busy exciting moments. I had three kids. They were my whole world and I stayed at home with them. I sis not know then what I definitely know now, that life changes so fast, things happen and one day you find yourself without all the joyous “firsts” and the excitement of taking care of your children.

Now, I found myself sitting alone in the kitchen. I was trying to fill the void of being without small children in my house, and for once I found myself wishing to go back to that chaotic blessing. Yep, the chaotic blessing of having a house filled with lots of love and lots of good times. I also longed for the times when things were fast paced and when I found myself running here and there just to take my children to their soccer games or their basketball games. The times when you left home thinking you were prepared for the trip yet found you had left something behind in all the hustle and bustle. Yep, those times.

Here lately I have been finding myself hopeful for the phone calls I look forward to from my , now grown and moved out kids. I run to the phone in anticipation hoping that one of the phone calls are one of them. I it not funny that we try to rush through our lives and we fail to see the future and what it could be? I seldom thought about them leaving home when they were young kids. I never really dwelt on the days of having no kids at home anymore and what would I be thinking or doing because of that. Simple  phone calls mean the world, now to me.

Crazy as that sounds, phone calls will to you too if you have kids. MwsR <3

 

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10.In the summer following my birth/ I Challenge You Prompt

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/07/01/july-writing-prompts/

In the summer following my birth,

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I was five months old. I lived with my mommy and daddy and a sister who was a few years older than me. My dad had a car it was a Chevrolet Corvair. I cannot tell much about it from the one photo I have but it looked like it was a light color.  The year was 1969. http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/08/09/summer.1969.timeline/index.html

Around this time, my mom was blond-headed and she wore her hair up in a beehive look.  I know my daddy smoked Marlboro cigarettes and worked in a car garage in the local city. I am not certain as to what my mommy did. See, all this time was way to early for me to remember. I do however have accounts of this time in my life given to me by certain relatives. I also have only a few pictures of my life back in the summer following my birth.

One day while looking into a drawer that my adopted mom had, I found a newspaper article. It looked really fragile and old. I looked for a date and day on it and it said August 1969.  The article that caught my attention was one that told of a man getting into a fight with a bar bouncer and that guys friend jumped in and was fatally shot. The article went on to tell of the one who got shot in his chest, died on the way to the hospital.  I wish I had of memorized names and things because this article was about my daddy.

I guess the summer after I was born was a life changing event for me. My mommy had two daughters and her husband was killed. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He also was defending his friend and ended up  dying. Something to say for his loyalty. He was 23 and he still probably thought he was invincible and nothing would happen to him. As does many his age, they sometimes don’t understand just how dangerous things and behaviors are.

I often travel in my mind to that day. I wonder about it, as if I could actually piece together the day’s events. I most certainly can’t. What I can do though is learn from it. Find something or anything I can from that day  in my life. My world was forever changed and a part of me is angry still that he chose to defend his friend, but if he hadn’t what might have been? I do not know why that summer after I was born turned into one of the worst things possible, but it did.

I will forever question that day as I have done most of my life since finding that article. It was meant for me to find, I believe that. No one was ever going to show me it and because of that day, I ended up being adopted by my daddy’s sister. Who is to say , what might have been, and what happened then, no one is left for me to ask, that I have not already asked. I guess I will just have that article etched in my mind with a whole piece of my heart.

We cannot erase history. We cannot change our past. However, we most certainly can take knowledge from our past and make a better “now”, a better “today”.

MwsR <3

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