5 short stories.

A memorable moment I remember from when I was little? How about 5?

The first one: One day, when I was about 18 months old, I remember waking up in my adorable little crib in our nursery, with circus wall paper on the walls and a yellow carpet (yes our house was built about 30 years ago....phew! run on sentence). My dad walked in with a camera recorder and said "Hello bunny! How was your nap?" (bunny is my lifelong nickname). The End. The Significance of this random memory? We have home videos in our basement and I was watching them the other day and I saw that recording of me waking up that day in my crib...just how I remember it.

The second one: I told a little bit of this story in a comment on someone's blog (extra credit if you figure out whose it was!). One day...my sister, aunt, mom, dad and I were walking around Washington, D.C. (my aunt lives there) in the fall. I was about 2 at the time. My mom and aunt were walking ahead of Daddy and the girls while they were chatting. Katlyn and I came up to a fountain and started walking around the edge of it, balancing as we went along. Daddy gave us each a few coins to drop in (because of course, when you're little, every fountain is a wishing well) . First Katlyn dropped hers in and made a wish, then I did but of course by the time I was beginning to make my wish and put mine in the fountain, Katlyn (the eager 5 year old) wanted to move on walking around the edge. So she pushed me in and kept walking. I distinctly remember sinking to the bottom of the 1 1/2 foot deep fountain and seeing my dad look down on me in shock and concern. He then swooped me up, out of the fountain, saving my life! My hero.

The third one: I remember ever since we were little, my dad would sit us girls down in Katlyn and my room and turn on our tape recorder. Now, my grandpa lives in New Mexico and my other grandparents live down in southern Virginia so my dad liked making random recordings of us rambling about our day once or twice a week for them. One day, I remember talking to the recording saying, "Hiiiiii....I'm Micheuuul. I live in Cenabell." and my dad said "No Michele, Centreville." and I responded "Cenabell!" I found that tape the other day and listened to the recording. <3 I was so darn cute back then.

The fourth one: (I know these stories are a bit longer than short stories but just hang in there!)
My 6th birthday party. My birthday rolls around each year on the 22nd of December (I expect ALL of you to remember that!) and so some of my birthday parties were Christmas themed. This birthday was memorable though. One of my favorite birthday parties! All my friends showed up. My neighbor, my mom's friends children, and some besties from the Church - Peter Rogers and Joanna Bartley. This birthday was special. We made Gingerbread houses! It was so much fun. I don't remember much about that party except that all my friends came and we had a ton of gum drops and icing.

The fifth and final one: As I said, my grandpa lives in New Mexico, so one year, when I was about 4 I think, we went to visit him and my step-grandmother for a couple weeks. While we were there, they decided to take us to see some ancient indian cave dwellings. While we were there, my Dad brought out his handy dandy video camera again and recorded us hot, sweaty and tired children exploring the caves. About 5 minutes into the recording, I discovered that there was an echo inside of the caves and decided to shout out "Taco Bell!!" just about a hundred times to hear my cute little voice echoing throughout the caves. Then I started shouting "DA!" Why do I think this was particularly memorable? Because every time we enter a cave, tunnel, stairwell or any other echoey place, someone in my family always looks at me and says "DA!" and then they all laugh about how cute I used to me. The end.