Play and childhood memories
It's been a play day of sorts for me with a bonus day off from work because we are moving to another building. I've been letting myself goof off, though I did finally answer all the interview questions and get that sent off.
Play isn't something that comes easy to me. It never did as a child (I was always told I was too serious) and it comes even less easily as an adult. A few years ago I wrote an article about how to think like a child. It helped me get in touch with some of my childhood memories so that I could access that child for a writing project. The article also spawned a THINK LIKE A CHILD workshop and a book which only goes to prove that you can reuse your own stuff again and again.
All writing is autobiographical. Like it or not, it reveals who we are and brings with it our own personal attitudes, perceptions and misconceptions about life. It is an organic process of constantly composting our pain, our joy, our past, and our present until we yield the necessary fertile, self-nurturing soil, and are finally able to write the stories that only we can tell.
In celebration of childhood memories here are few other fun links that cover multiple generations. Nostaliga Central And this great collection. Over at Time Machine Toys you can even BUY some of your old favorites.
This next part is Haemi's fault (VBG) because she posted a quiz on her blog and I answered it so when I saw this new game a few hours later. I was already preprogrammed to want to play. (okay...so this might have been a teeny tiny bit of procrastination about the interview, but not much.)
Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.
1. Forward Motion
2. Okay Seriously
3. life as an urban princess
4. the stories of a girl
5. Write on Right Now!
Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count.
(Obviously no one is obligated to participate).
Then add your memories.
Five things I miss from my childhood:
1. Buying Esikmo Pies from the vending machine at Meadow Homes swimming pool.
2. Playing with the tar in the sidewalk.
3. My grandfather and the way he shared his Spam sandwiches with me.
4. Grandma's single layer yellow cake smothered in butter coming fresh out of the oven just as we finished dinner.
Write on, right now.