My parents would "kidnap" us every Christmas Season and take us out do our Christmas shopping and to eat. I LOVED this tradition growing up! My dad had bank accounts open at Freedom Credit union in Provo for each of us boys (the same accounts are still open today). We would go to the credit union and each get out money for us to use to spend money on each other. Then we would go to a store and split up and all buy things for each other. The fun part was that we would need to hide the gifts from each other as we were walking around the store. If we found something that was more expensive than we could afford, then we would go to another brother and try to talk them into going in on the gift with us. The whole process was very fun.
One year we rode around the city (Provo) in a double decker bus (does anyone else remember this?). Many years we would eat at an Italian restaurant owned by a family from Napoli. The restaurant was called La Dolce Vita in Downtown Provo and I loved the food here. The only other restaurant I remember going to one of these outings was a restaurant in downtown provo that was "underground", we had to go down a level of steps to get to it and I think they had some fake, old fashoned looking cars in the restaurant that we could sit in. I thought it was really cool.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Everything is Fuzzy...
Looking back I really don't remember much from my pre-Woodland Hills days. We moved to Woodland Hills when I was in second grade.
I remember a little bit of a preschool, especially the day when the teacher said not to touch the brownies because they were hot right out of the oven, and I touched them anyway and burnt my hand.
I do remember my kindergarten teacher, she seemed like a nice old Grandma to me. I remember my first grade teacher, Mrs. Doll too.
I was in some kind of mentoring program in first grade in which a fifth grader would tutor a first grader. I was taken out of class and we would go to an out-building and we would be tutored in different things (probably mostly reading). I remember that the whole group got together at the beginning of the year and the teacher over this whole mentoring program gave a little speach, and near the end of the speach they said that if our tutor did not do a good job they would be fired. Well, this was tramatic to me because I pictured in my head the tutor being burned at the stake. I must have worried about this for a number of days because I have a very clear memory of this. I doubt I would have turned my tutor in for anything knowing that this might happen to her if she did a bad job.
I remember walking to school from our apartment, and at recess during school Pat and I would chase the girls to kiss them. If I remember right I wouldn't do any of the kissing, but I would catch them and then another friend of ours would do the kissing. I guess he was slower, or just smarter? :) I have memories of my mom being at the school and talking to my teachers but I don't remember what about or why.
I also remember playing t-ball in the field at the elementary school. I don't remember but I'm sure I just stood in the outfield and picked my nose :) I remember going to a fair at the same school field where they were dropping contraptions with eggs inside or something from the top of a big firetruck ladder. I believe the whole family was there - mom, dad, Pat, and Tavish.
I remember a little bit of a preschool, especially the day when the teacher said not to touch the brownies because they were hot right out of the oven, and I touched them anyway and burnt my hand.
I do remember my kindergarten teacher, she seemed like a nice old Grandma to me. I remember my first grade teacher, Mrs. Doll too.
I was in some kind of mentoring program in first grade in which a fifth grader would tutor a first grader. I was taken out of class and we would go to an out-building and we would be tutored in different things (probably mostly reading). I remember that the whole group got together at the beginning of the year and the teacher over this whole mentoring program gave a little speach, and near the end of the speach they said that if our tutor did not do a good job they would be fired. Well, this was tramatic to me because I pictured in my head the tutor being burned at the stake. I must have worried about this for a number of days because I have a very clear memory of this. I doubt I would have turned my tutor in for anything knowing that this might happen to her if she did a bad job.
I remember walking to school from our apartment, and at recess during school Pat and I would chase the girls to kiss them. If I remember right I wouldn't do any of the kissing, but I would catch them and then another friend of ours would do the kissing. I guess he was slower, or just smarter? :) I have memories of my mom being at the school and talking to my teachers but I don't remember what about or why.
I also remember playing t-ball in the field at the elementary school. I don't remember but I'm sure I just stood in the outfield and picked my nose :) I remember going to a fair at the same school field where they were dropping contraptions with eggs inside or something from the top of a big firetruck ladder. I believe the whole family was there - mom, dad, Pat, and Tavish.
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