Jun 25, 2007
Memories for Kids
Sometimes I think about enabling special moments for kids: moments that aren't necessarily hard to create, but that are special because they're rare, fun, and somehow magical or at least distinctively symbolic to a young mind.
On my short list, so far:
- building a real igloo and maybe even camping in it.
See here for photos of grownups having done just that.
Do you have memories from kidhood that have always stuck with you? For me, I remember raking for clams -- an astonishing thing to this six-year-old from the mountains.*
What do you remember? What special memories would you like to give a kid?
*I wish I had spent some time on a farm. It would have been good to learn where meat comes from, and maybe to have helped make it happen.
Dude - if you ever want to know where horse poop comes from, or to play with some goats, let me know ...
Posted by: Tarus | Jun 25, 2007 8:15:23 AM
something I will never forget - we went to a christmas/winter themed amusement park somewhere in MI - there was a giant concrete snowman, and my dad lifted me up so that I could sit in the snowman's mittened hand. The ground seemed very far away but it was AWESOME.
Posted by: pinky | Jun 25, 2007 1:49:32 PM
The photo brought back fond memories to me, of a backyard so piled with snow that we were able to carve out not only a rough igloo but also a tunnel to the igloo. That was what it was like to grow up in the country outside Chicago! Other cool things were the neighbors flooding their backyard with a hose to create an ice-skating rink and the snow drifting so high at the nearby grade school that you could walk up the snow on one side, walk across the roof and jump off the other side.
Ah, those were the days!
Posted by: Lisa | Jun 26, 2007 9:19:44 AM
Yes! One memory I have is when I was a Girl Scout and our troop marched up to the tippy top of a really high mountain (in the summer time) that I am remembering as Eklutna but now that I see the Google map elevations, it doesn't really seem to have a mountain there. Anyway. We sang songs the whole way, and fought off tired legs, and even my dad went with us and taught us all how to use compasses. That is the kind of memory I want my kids to have... doing something challenging, fun, unique, with family.
Posted by: Valerie | Jul 23, 2007 7:09:40 PM