Can you believe it's the last Friday of the month? I can't. I also can't believe my kids are now out for summer. Time flies. Since it is Friday, that means it's time for another #MFRWauthor blog post.
Like some of the other topics, this one was hard for me. Why you may ask? Well because I have a crap ass memory. Seriously it's bad. Like I will forget something that I just did the day before kind of bad. I really should see a doctor or something.
Because of my bad memory, trying to recall one from my childhood was no easy feat. Not to say I didn't have some good (or bad) times as a kid, it's just hard to think back that far. But I did. Well sorta. See in my house I often call my kids dude. Like dude what are you doing? Or Dude are you hungry? This serves the purpose of being able to talk to each boy without having to say their names, because yeah I get them mixed up. The middle son gets most offended when that happens. Now you may be wondering what that has to do with a childhood memory. I promise I'm getting there.
That name calling reminded me that as a kid my nickname from my family used to be Dude. Why? I haven't the slightest idea, but it was. Don't judge me I was just a child!
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Anyway, as a child I remember getting this pair of red cowboy boots. I think they were a gift, can't really remember, but what I do remember is I loved them. Wanted to wear them all the time. Now I don't remember where we were headed, I just remember my dad saying "Dude go get dressed." So I did. In all red, because you know the outfit had to match the boots. A red shirt, a pair of red pants, and of course my favorite pair of red boots.
Needless to say the family all thought it was the funniest thing while I recall being very proud of the stylish outfit I'd put together. They let me go wherever we were heading in my outfit and I was a happy girl. I'm sure it was a very sad day when I outgrew my boots.
I do own a new pair now as an adult (not red), but I have to say they are the most uncomfortable thing to wear. I only put them on if I know I'm going some place where I'll spend most of my time sitting.
So now that I've totally embarrassed myself with that story (remember the post about me laughing at myself, this would be one of those times), tell me what is one of your childhood memories. Be sure to stop by the other blogs on this hop to find out theirs.
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