The above quote forms this week’s Prompt from Sara over at Mum Turned Mom.
Does anyone really have one singular highlight in any given phase of growing up? It seems like writer’s license to suggest that this could be the case…
For me summer holidays glow in my memory like permanent fireworks. I’ve written before about our holidays to Corfu and our canal boat meander down the Canal du Midi in Southern France. We also had a fantastic trip to Iceland when I was eleven and I’ll never forget hiking what seemed like miles in a murky fug with my sister moaning non stop about her wet socks to be greeted by the most stunning naturally heated volcanic outdoor pool which appeared like an oasis out of the mist. Swimming in that pool will always be a highlight (and the fact that my sister chilled out somewhat after that (well, until she had to put her socks back on!).
It seems that despite our small 2.5 year age gap and the fact that we spent a lot of time in each other’s company there were always so many other children around in our neighbourhood that I don’t have any very specific memories of just the two of us as children. I remember making “radio” plays together with our friends – silly made up ghost stories at sleepovers and trying to freak each other out with scary stories like the tale of the hairy toe!
We also have a funny shared memory of walking together to our local swimming pool along with her friend Sarah who’s little sister – in my mind – was a bit like “My Naughty Little Sister” from the wonderful stories of Dorothy Edwards. As we were walking down this nice, suburban, residential street in South West London Sarah’s little sister suddenly announced that she needed the loo and couldn’t wait. We set her by a tree expecting a quick wee and she proceeded to do a poo the likes of which a grizzly bear would have been proud!! I’m not sure how old we were but I’d guess we were at Junior school which would have made them about ten, me about eight and the little sister about five or six.
In reality we became much closer as young adults – lots of great memories of our late teens/early 20s. We’ve always had a similar sense of humour but I don’t think I’ve ever managed to make her laugh so hard that food has shot out of her nose. I’ll have to work on that 😉