Press Rewind

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about a lot of things. Particularly my future. College. Mission. Marriage. Kids. Bills. Happiness. I am so, so excited for what lies ahead for me, but at the same time, I wish life came with a remote-so I could push rewind.

I’d push rewind so I could start over and not make the same mistakes, but mostly rewind so I could be young again and relive the good times.

Rewind back to…

my glory days as class clown
when my lunches magically appeared in the fridge every morning – pbj, go-gurt, apple, and a cookie…
recess
4 square
tether ball
touch football
fill-up-the-water-bottle-with-mud-water-and-throw-it
kickball
“accidentally” kicking our ball to where my “crush” was playing and he, in turn, kicking it further away (such love)
jump rope (I’ll never forget the day I jumped in the double dutch ropes for the first time-proud moment)
my pink camouflage roller backpack
jr. jazz – I had the sickest red jordans. I jumped so high…
late nights
basketball games
bike rides
my pool parties (summer birthday)
school clothes shopping every year with my mom and getting smoothies after (my favorite)
riding bikes and drawing chalk trails was my form of entertainment
grocery shopping with my dad was the highlight of my week
preschool graduation and those huge letter books-“Ted is a boy. He can run.”

jumping on the tramp
playing hot lava in the basement with the pillows and couch cushions
always being Ken when I played Barbies with my sister
Spaghetti O’s
making cookies every Sunday evening: no-bake, choc. chip, or oatmeal raisin – yum!
country music jam sessions that came with every car ride (93.3)
eating at least 5 otter pops a day
playing songs like “Mary Had a Little Lamb” and “Old McDonald” on the piano
sharing bunk beds with my older sister
telling made-up stories every night when the lights went out
when my dad tucked us in every night: scratch backs and “what did you do today?”
when one day back then, felt like 20 days now…