random babbles only mom will like.

This blanket is one of the treasures I took from my parents house last time I was there, even Mya likes it!

This week I thought alot about when I was little, which seems just like yesterday and then I look down at MY child and I feel old =) I have so many dreams for Coksters and I always wonder what he will be like as a teenager or if he will like sports or be smart. I wonder what he will remember most about his childhood or what kind of mom he would describe me as when he's older. These are a few of the things I remember most about growing up.

Some of my earliest memories are of the alligator in our backyard when we lived in Fl and wondering why he had to stay outside or going to dad's carpet store and thinking I would literally die if he didn't come home with us and play. I remember moving to the house I grew up in and meeting the neighbor girl and we had the same outfit on and I knew then that we would be friends.
Growing up I spent my summers swimming, playing in the woods and creek, riding my bike and then I would come home for dinner and afterwards I would sit in the yard and ALL the neighborhood dogs came over and I would brush them and give them treats and love on them for hours. (this was obviously before I could drive) I remember feeling extremely lonely. I had tons of friends and my parents were always there but I just felt so weird because I didn't have any other friends that were only children and I dreamed of having a sibling and I now know being older I have a low level of seretonin which causes depression and I'm ADHD but back then I just blamed it on not having brothers or sisters.
I remember every sunday going flying with dad and playing in the hanger. I would check the gas before we went up flying and dad let me fly the plane with the auto pilot off, there was also a really cool parrot in the office at the airport. Dad was gone alot, driving the truck but every saturday when I woke up I ran out to the dining room table to find out which candy bar awaited me, and dad never forgot. Mom would roll her eyes as I enjoyed my chocolately goodness for breakfast =) Dad was wrapped around my finger and would do anything for me. If I ever wanted anything I would ask dad. Me and dad also have the same temper so as a teenager there was alot of yelling and he "grounded" me every summer, which really makes me laugh now because I don't think it ever stuck =) Dad would have done anything for me and I realized that one night when my neighbor was sneaking around outside our house but I thought it was a robber and dad went outside with his gun and I remember feeling like nothing could ever get me when dad was there.(I still feel like that)
I always had pets. My poor parents...I brought home EVERYTHING. Stray dogs, cats, oppossums, we even nursed a duck back to health after a dog attack one winter. A mallard, his name was Slate. I ended up in the emergency room alot as a child but one of the times I remember most is when I decided to break the neighbors male 2 yr old arabian horse and if you know anything about horses, you know that's a wild one. Long story short I ended up in the E.R. but right before the horse threw me I remember seeing out of the corner of my eye my mom scream and throw her cup in the air. Mom, I would think you would have alot more gray hair ;)
My best dog ever, Missy was my partner in crime. We got her at the shelter and I remember hating her name because I thought it was too prissy. This dog was a white corgi mix and the best dog that ever lived. We went everywhere together and she would have killed anything that tried to hurt me. She swam in the pool with me and would even sleep in the bed with me when I stayed at the neighbors house because my friends mom said if she didn't let her in she would cry at the door all night. Missy was a jealous dog though and it always caused friction when I brought another critter home. One summer I went away to church camp and Missy pretended to be paralyzed. She wouldn't get off her bed to eat or go potty. Laid there like a rag and mom thought she was dying and took her to the vet and they said nothing was wrong. I came home from camp and she stood up, walked over to me and stuck her nose in the air and ignored me for days. One time I pushed her off a dock into the lake and when she came out of the water her eyes glared at me and I took off running and when she caught me, she bit me and drew blood but I knew I deserved it.
When I was 16 I saw Missy get hit by a white truck. The guy didn't even stop. Her neck was broke and she tried to get up and couldn't. I remember everything. There was a blood stain on the road for days. She died a minute or two after the accident and I wanted to die too. For months I told my friends she was just playing in the woods when they would ask about her and ignore my parents if they talked about her. I never talked about her until one night when me and Dustin were dating and I started hysterically crying and he didn't even know who Missy was. I held it all in for like 4 years. I still have her pic on my fridge and no dog will ever be better then she was.
I could go on and on about my memories but I love going to my parents house still. I love the yard and the horses and the smell of fresh country air. I like that I'm greeted by random dogs. I like the lake and the woods.I like laying in my parents bed and I like raiding the pantry although their fridge is really boring now that I don't live there. =)

...I couldn't imagine a better childhood.