Flying High

This memory is of my first time flying. I don't remember for sure how old I was, I think it would have had to be about 6 because I'm pretty sure it was before my younger brother Kyle was born. It was a Monday night back in the day when my family held Family Home Evening.(an LDS weekly tradition.) I had wanted to go ice skating, so my parents told me we were going to go ice skating that night. I had a pair of my mom's old ice skates and I remember being really excited to try them out. When we got to the building, I remember walking through a dark hallway and wondering why most of the lights were out. "Where is the skating ring?" I remember thinking to myself. Then we walked through some heavy gray double doors and instead of seein an ice ring I saw a small airplane parked on tarmac. "WOW!"

My dad then told me we were actually going on a plane ride, and asked if it was okay with me if we went ice skating another time. :D I LOVE being in high places, and I love flying. "OF COURSE!" was my reply.

My dad had made an appointment at the SLC #2 airport. We flew in a small plan just big enough for 4 or 5 and we flew over the Salt Lake Valley and over the Great Salt Lake. I remember how thrilled I was at getting to go on an airplane ride, and I remember how happy my dad was that he got to surprise me with this gift.

My Earliest Memory

I figured that the best remembrance to start with for my little project would be the first memory that I can recall. I was three years old, standing on my bed looking out my bedroom window. When I was very young I was sick a lot, I think it was Strep Throat that I had and although I don’t recall exactly how often I had it I do remember that I had to stay home in bed A LOT. This particular day, I was standing up in bed looking out the window and wishing that I could be playing outside. I remember it was a warm spring or summer day outside and I was so sad that I had to stay inside.

This leads into the second oldest memory I have, which is that of getting my tonsils removed. I had them removed when I was three years old, and from what my parents have told me it was a pretty scary experience because there was some complication and I almost died… ? (I think I’ll have to verify the story with my mom to get more details.) However, what I do remember is lying in the hospital bed, being fed scores and scores of banana popsicles. I wanted a different flavor, but all they would give me was banana. The popsicles were the kind that had two sticks, and you could break them to form TWO popsicles. I also remember needing to go to the bathroom, but because I was all drugged up and a bit loopy I had to have my mom helped me. I remember being embarrassed by this, even at three years old.

Whatever the problem had been, having my tonsils removed must have solved the problem because after that I was rarely ever sick again. (even when I wanted to be to be to get out of school… ;)

EDIT - Apparently what happened was that after I went home I was swelling a lot, and my parents thought that I had an allergic reaction to the anesthesia so we went back to the hospital later that night. My memory with the popsicles happened when we were in a hospital room, but I don't know if it was right after my surgery or when we went back later that night.

Long time no post

It's been a while since I've blogged, I guess I just haven't felt like I had anything to blog about. I still don't, but I figured I should least post an update once a month - although the only person I've told about this blog has still been too disinterested to bother looking or reading it. Ah well, I guess it's for posterity's sake... or something.

I was thinking that this blog would be a good place to have a project I've wanted to start, which is a book of remembrances. Basically, I just wanted to write down memories from my life so I'm sure not to forget them. Some will be memories from my childhood, and some will be from adulthood, and I'll write things that are currently happening that are significant to me. This can be a place I go to remember some of the good times I've had, and hopefully it will be a source of happiness for when I might not be feeling so happy. Most of these memories will be fairly short and they will be in no particular order, so I hope no one is expecting anything grand. Mostly this is just for me, which apparently, this blog is.

ps - Happy April Fools day. So far I've not been victim to any pranks, but the day is only half over...