Did you have a set bedtime as a child? If so, what was it?
Yes. Any parent worth a crap sets a time for their child to go to bed. "You can make your own rules in your own house" is what every child needs to be told. In Spring, when the clocks changed but school was still in session, the longer days made us feel as if we were being sent to bed in the middle of the afternoon. But unless there was a Walton's special on TV, we were in bed well before 8pm.
Were you taught to be a member of the “Clean Plate Club?” Did it have affect your eating habits as an adult?
My parents didn't call it anything as stupid as the "Clean Plate Club" but we were expected to eat what was put on our plate and couldn't say we didn't like something if we didn't at least try it. I can't say it affected my eating habits as an adult in a negative way, but because we almost never had anything canned, jarred or processed, I learned to appreciate good food and cooking from scratch.
Share one thing that you were not allowed to do as a child.
Have sleepovers at other people's houses. We lived in the country, far from our friends and classmates, and hearing them talk about hanging out and staying overnight with friends (because they lived in the same neighborhood) always made me feel like I was missing something. Now, I know I was not.
What is the cheapest gas price you can remember?
What kind of kid pays attention to gas prices?? I have no idea. I do know that we had a huge ass Cadillac, so I'm sure they couldn't have been too steep because we drove like nomads - since we lived in the country and anywhere we went was a bazillion miles away - and the Caddy isn't what one would call "fuel efficient".
What was your favorite thing on the playground?
I loved the swings and the slide. Swings make you feel so free and as if you could fly, and slides give you the feeling of speed, in a safe way. Although in the Bronx, the seats of the swings and all the slides were metal, so in the summer you'd have to be careful so you didn't burn the back of your legs. That sucks.
Share one thing that your parents always made you do that you didn’t like doing.
Going to church. Hated it then, hate it now. I was a very astute kid with highly functioning instincts and remember thinking how everyone seemed so phony. And how we had to act all proper and weird, not like our normal selves. And how my brother and I would always get in trouble for giggling. And how our catechism classes were, and are to this day, the highest level of torture I've ever experienced.
Do you remember your first kiss? If so, share the details!
Well, first kiss ever? Or first butterflies-in-the-stomach kiss? I don't think I remember the former - I have some vague flashes - but I do remember the latter. Boy, was that something.
Did you prefer to play inside or outside?
I wasn't then and I'm not now, an outside girl. Oh, I played outside when I was younger - climbed trees, rode bikes, swam in the pool, built forts with my brother - but I always preferred indoor stuff like reading, baking, crafts. Unless of course, there was snow. I loved being out in the snow. Now that I think back, I should have learned to ski.
What was your favorite TV show growing up?
I don't remember a specific favorite, but we watched The Waltons, Sanford & Son, The Jeffersons, Chico and The Man, The Rockford Files, Wonder Woman, The Incredible Hulk, Charlie's Angels, The Brady Bunch, Little House on the Prairie, The Bionic Woman....oh, the fun never ends.
Share one awesome childhood memory.
Going on vacation to Whiteface Mountain located in the Adirondack Mountain Range in New York state. It was the first time we ever stayed in a hotel for an extended period of time, and we went sightseeing and ate out at restaurants, and swam in the hotel pool, and I remember meeting another girl my age who was from Canada. We exchanged addresses and the thing I remember most clearly about that, is the fact that she had a postal code - which had number and letters in it - instead of a zip code. I'm pretty sure I thought she was giving me fake information. It was also my first experience with someone from another country. Great trip.
Bonus: Share a picture of yourself as a child.
Me and my brother. Check out my trendy "shag" haircut. I'm lovin' those mod pants.
2012: Hoochie Easter
2011: Make It Yourself Or Just Stay Home
2010: If It Walks Like A Duck…
2009: Pink In Tacoma
2008: Not The Kind Of Flower You Pick
2007: Exclusive Holiday Visitation
2006: Basket Of Knowledge
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!