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Talking About Favorite Childhood Memories

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My favorite childhood memory is a very special summer trip I took with my parents and big brother to visit all the caverns we could reach from our East Texas starting point. Rather than spending money on countless hotels, my folks decided we would pitch a tent along the way.

Our trip took us deep underground, into the mountains, and just about anywhere our car and legs could carry us. We lived on potted sandwich meat, bags of chips, and an igloo of water. And it was a blast.

My older brother and I even took turns laying on the hump in the middle of the floorboards. Back then, seatbelts were not only not required, they were downright uncool.

Several days into the experience, we were driving to a cavern that we knew very little about. I asked my mother where this one was and she laughed and pointed up to the top of a mountain and said, “probably up there.” When we finally curved and swerved our way to the parking lot there was a sign with an arrow pointing up that said, “Entrance this way.”

So we walked.

We went without a cooler or backpack. We went without water bottles and snacks. The four of us simply started walking.

Mind you, none of us were exercisers. We didn’t hike regularly. This was just a fun family trip and our thought was simply, “how bad could this really be?”

An hour into our uphill hike, we wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. There was no one coming down, and no one going up. There was no vending machine, happy guy selling balloons and ice cream, or even a bathroom. This was a mountain, plain and simple. We wondered if we were even on the right track.

Twenty minutes later my mom said, “I bet it’s around the next bend.” And it was. Well, kind of. The entrance was not there, but there was at least a sign of life. The sign said, “You’ve made it halfway! Keeping going!”

We were at the point of no return. Needless to say, we made it. We toured the cavern and, best I recall, none of us complained about potted meat sandwiches or had the energy to fight over the hump in the middle of the floorboard by the time we were done. But we did it, and we did it as a family.

Though I never plan to relive that particular adventure, my husband and I go out of our way to allow memories to grow by taking trips and doing things that are outside the traditional box. I want nothing more than to be sitting around the dinner table one night in 25 years and hear my own daughter say, “Mom do you remember that time? … Whose crazy idea was THAT?”

The salute

I wrote today’s post as part of the WOW-Women on Writing’s “Everybody’s Talking About Favorite Childhood Memories” mass-blogging event celebrating the release of Finding Emma by Steena Holmes.

Steena is a woman who believes that ‘in the end, all things succumb…to the passions of your heart’. Steena’s life revolves around her family, friends and fiction. Add some chocolate into the mix and she’s living the good life. She took those passions and made them a dream come true by pouring her heart into each of her stories.

Finding Emma has quickly become a bestseller. Proceeds from each book will be donated to The Missing Children’s Society of Canada – an organization dedicated to reuniting families. Visit for more information.

If you comment on today’s post on this blog or any of the others participating the “Everybody’s Talking About Favorite Childhood Memories” day, you’ll be entered to win a signed copy of Finding Emma!

To read Steena’s about childhood memories and view a list of other blogs participating in the “Everybody’s Talking About Favorite Childhood Memories” day please visit The Muffin.

Jacquelyn Lackey May 30, 2012 at 6:01 pm

One if my favorite childhood memories involved summertime travel. My dad would make “travel tapes” of all his favorite songs to listen while cruising the roads and after several times through would let us choose what we wanted to listen to next. On one particular trip none of us could agree on any one thing so my parents decided that we would have a sing off until we agreed. The radio was clicked off and songs ranging from “Itsy Bitsy Spider” to “Bohemian Rhapsody” were belted out. Hours passed without the radio ever being turned back on and no one had one word of complaint.

admin May 31, 2012 at 7:24 am

Love it Jacquelyn. Don’t even get me started on road trip music. Wow!

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