Blog #4

One of my favourite holiday memories is Christmas 2006, I was in third grade and my Uncle Craig, and cousin Kiera came down from Kamloops, also my older brother came from Victoria.  I don’t usually spend Christmas with family because my mom never celebrated Christmas until she married my dad so she wasn’t, and isn’t, the best at Christmas but she tires her best, which is all that matters. My dad’s family is spread out all over the place and it’s hard for everyone to get together so one or two is more than a treat. When I was 6 my cousin gave me a toy dog that growled every time you pulled the sock, I loved it because it sounded like a real dog and all I’ve ever wanted was a dog for as long as I can remember. My mom was never fond of dogs but my dad grew up with them so when he got his house he is in how he decided it was time. Christmas morning I ran up the stairs to see a cage under the tree and I screamed. I was always taught to wake everyone up before opening any presents so I ran all over the house waking everyone up so I could open this cage. Once everyone was upstairs I opened the cage and out popped the best Christmas present ever, my puppy. It took a day to figure out a name for him until the perfect name came up, Nacho, my dad called him a macho looking dog and I was like what about Nacho! It just stuck and here we are 8 years later calling that still sweet cute puppy Nacho. My Uncle Craig taught him his name and that he’s got to pee outside not in the living room and how to sit, the basics so when he left it would be smooth sailing for us. This was by far one of my favourite Christmas memories because I had family there and I got my favourite thing in the whole wide world, my eight year old puppy Nacho. 

#408 Dinosaurs

I absolutely love dinosaurs, they are the most amazing creatures to ever have walked this earth, in my opinion of course. I’ve loved them since I was a kid, I would watch a movie series called The Land Before Time over and over, like little kids do. In second grade my school went for an overnight trip to Drumheller’s Royal Terrell Museum. When I was seven I was extremely excited to go to the museum of dinosaurs, not knowing they were skeletons. I was absolutely terrified of skeletons. We got there and I had the shock of my life. I was dying inside, I was so scared of everything. After a few hours I got use to the fact I was surrounded by bones and had some fun, but when it came time to go to bed they turned off all the lights and made us sleep under the humongous tyrannosaurs-rex and triceratops skeletons. I cried till I fell asleep. It was a horrifying memory, hilarious now, but still scariest thing ever for a seven year old to experience. Then in fifth grade we went again, back to, in my eyes at the time, the scariest place on earth. I went on the trip, because all my friends were, so I thought to myself “you’ll have fun this time”, boy was I wrong. It was even worst this time around, I was scared the whole time, hiding behind my friends and crying all night long. I was so scared of skeletons, because they relate with death, and death scared me a lot when I was younger, because it was, well, death. Now that I’m grown up I don’t have the fear of skeletons anymore, because I guess I just grew out of it, and now the Royal Terrell Museum is one of my favourite places to go. 

Late Night Laughs

Through all the memories of laughing myself silly at 2 in the morning, my by far favourite memory would have to be when the girls and I were having a ladies night, last day of school. By about 1:00AM Savanna and Gabby were dead tired and complaining how they wanted to sleep, but me and Justice wouldn’t shut up. Eventually, we settled down and just went on our phones for about an hour, then all of a sudden Justice bursts out in laughter, hysterical laughter, it took her about ten minutes to calm down and actually show me what was so funny. When she showed me, she chucked her phone at me, and on the screen was a picture of headless Bambi and Thumper, wiggling his little tiny pink nose. Instantaneously I burst into tears, laughing so hard I cannot breathe and my face as red as a tomato. As I wipe away my tears of joyous laughter I notice me and Justice are laughing so loudly we woke up Gabby and Savanna and probably one of her brothers, but is was an amazing time. We laughed for the next almost two hours about this headless Bambi and the little wiggling nose of Thumper. Eventually I fell asleep from pure exhaustion of an entire school year finally being over. To this day the headless Bambi and Thumper are always making an appearance whenever we are together, and we laugh our faces off every single time. Memories like these people take with them through their life and cherish them, because they enjoy remembering how much fun they had, or how happy they were once. Memories like these are so important in your life, so we need to start making the most of every moment in our lives, make it all count, because in the end they might be the best memories you have from your youth life. 

Camping

My whole life all I can remember is camping, my dad would take me at least twice a year ever since I can remember. I have many memories and fun times that happened over the years it is difficult to choose just one experience. When I was about six in mid-April my dad took me and my two brothers camping at a little camp ground just outside of Calgary. My older brother was fourteen and my younger brother was four, the camp site is one of my favourite to think about because there was a freezing cold pool, I made like 10 bucks that day because my dad would give us a dollar for every minute we could stay in, it was really cold.  Also the camp site had a rocket ship shaped playground and it was the funniest thing I've even been on, I mean for a six year old. Anyways, my dad went to get firewood so we could toast marshmallows that night and my older brother thought it was be a splendid idea to have a pillow fight in our 23 foot RV. He was much stronger than both me and my little brother combined so we were having a blast when my younger brother thought it would be fun to put his head down on the table for a second and stuck his tongue out at my older brother, that’s when it happened. My older brother took it as a challenge, he smacked him on the head with the pillow and all I heard was a crunch, sobbing and hysterical laughter. I walk over to see my younger sobbing with a mouth full of blood and my older brother holding him laughing because my little brother, bit right though his tongue. Looking back on it, it is a hilarious memory, and one to keep forever. When my dad came back he was furious at my older brother but it all ended in god spirits because my younger brother apologized to my older brother for crying and getting him in trouble but my older brother apologized for making him bite his tongue. In the end it was a good bonding experience for all three of us because we didn't get to see each other much and we still don’t and that’s why it’s important to cherish the memories we mad when we were younger because you don’t know what the future holds for us and our loved ones.