Thursday, October 09, 2014


enjoyment, amusement, lighthearted pleasure

The thing I remember having the most fun doing when I was a very young girl was rollerskating.  In the road, up and down the sidewalks, and in the steep alleyway between the houses, I was pretty adept.  As a matter of fact, I am convinced that I was the best roller skater in the neighborhood.  Truth or not does not really matter since I still feel that I was.  

That's the thing about doing what you love.  Operating--or  in my case, rollerskating--in your giftedness or within your passion or skill set is energizing and builds confidence.  It does not mean that you never fall down; it means that you are always willing to get back up.  The bumps along the way and the cracks in the sidewalk just slow you down; they do not paralyze you.  

My skates were metal and I loosened and tightened the grippers on the front with a key.  Just like in the photo below, the key was put on a cord, and it was worn around my neck.

And when that key was not around my neck, it was hidden away for safekeeping.  What fun memories I have of the hours and hours I spent on my roller-skates.

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Sabrina said...

Fun is synonymous with "pretend" and "prank" and "bike" for me. But I did have a memory pop into my mind that would end up being many moments of fun. Back to the same time my dad was in seminary and we were poor, homeschooled kids. My sister and I shared a room and full size bed. We were young elementary age. We never went on vacation or did anything that would cost money. One night, we went to bed and was almost sound asleep, right at that dazed state, when my parents burst into our room yelling "Pajama ride! Pajama ride!" They rushed us out of the bed and into the car. We took off for an ice cream cone at McDonalds, a treat for sure, in our pajamas at 10 pm. It was so exciting! Once we were completely awake, I told my parents it sounded like they were screaming "Blem Blem Boom! Blem Blem Boom!" We laughed forever. Every surprise pajama ride for years after that, my parents would run into our room yelling "Blem Blem Boom! Blem Blem Boom!"

Heather Sparks said...

Sometimes this exercise is so difficult to narrow down to just one memory! :) We had a lot of fun in different ways. Usually very simple things: parks, the zoo, parades, bike rides, sledding and more. But I can remember one time that my sisters and I still talk about. We got to spend the night at Aunt Deana ' s house. We were generally not allowed to spend the night away from home. I really am not sure why we were allowed to on this particular night. Perhaps because three of us went together. But we had so much fun! Aunt Deana and her husband had just built a log cabin with a giant whirlpool bathtub. The three of us had never experienced anything like that and thoroughly enjoyed it. We had hot chocolate too! :) The thrill of a "sleepover" combined with that whirlpool was enough fun to keep us talking for years. Lol.

Sonya Tichenor said...

This may be cheating, but I am going to have to put fun and holiday in the same memory. So if you read my post on the other word, it's the same.

FUN and HOLIDAY went together with my dad's side of the family. Whether it was Thanksgiving or Christmas, I always remember it being fun. There was so much laughter (maybe due to the alcohol?) but no one ever got out of hand. There were always so many gifts under the tree. One year the tree fell over. One year I cut my arm and spent Christmas Eve in the hospital. Everyone had to wait to open gifts till I got home. That doesn't sound fun, does it? But even then, my dad and uncle made me laugh. A tradition was for one of the adults to load all the kids up in the car and we would go looking for Santa Claus. This was helped by the radio station that tracked Santa's moves through the night sky. Every red plane light was Rudolph's nose. I don't know how we all looked out the car windows at the same time, but we did. Once we came back to Grandma and Grandpa's, and all the other adults were on the porch waving us on! Go that way! We just saw him! We drove around some more and when we came back, Santa had come and left all our gifts on the porch! Even as I write this, it makes me smile. I loved them all so much.

Jen said...

Mom and I had season passes to Carowinds every year when I was younger. When we first moved to SC, I was enrolled in the local Christian school, as I had attended a great Christian school in Knoxville before the move. However, this school was awful. I would come home crying everyday (and I've always loved school). Example: I brought my American Girl Bitty Baby doll with me on the first day and she was in my cubby. When the teacher saw her, she pulled her out and asked who she belonged to. Since I didn't yet know the rule was you were only allowed to bring toys on Friday, I was permitted to keep her. Otherwise the teacher would've taken her and put her in the pile of prizes and other confiscated toys that you could buy at the end of each week with good behavior tickets. The FUN part is that mom knew how miserable I was, so often she would surprise me and come get me early from school and we'd go to Carowinds. I loved the escape!

Kimberly Hoyt said...

We moved to Hawthorne Street in Detroit when I was 4 and lived there until I was 9. Our block was full of kids and resembled a mini United Nations, with families from Brazil, Ireland, Poland, Italy and who knows where else (those are the ones I remember). There was never a shortage of something FUN to do, from riding bikes in the street, to playing hide-n-seek all over the block, to a game of baseball in the empty lot.

Things weren't so rosy at home during those years, so I spent as much time as I could out and about in the neighborhood, and was always welcomed in the homes of my friends. It wasn't a perfect time (I remember the Detroit riots of '67) but it holds many good and FUN memories for me.

One of my favorites was riding our bikes on the freshly paved multi-lane road that would become I-75 when it opened. I can't begin to describe the exhilaration of flying down the embankment and shooting across those lanes!

Liza Rutherford said...

Fun... This one is hard for me. I'm pretty sure, as a child, my goal in life was to have fun doing everything. I have very few memories of serious moments, but I have lots of fun memories. I was pretty much happy in any situation...I was even often teased by my older cousins for smiling too much. I remember going out to do anything with anyone and loving it. Staying home and reading and loving it. I always did everything with reckless abandon, and I'd try anything once, from flag football to ballet. In high school, I went to parties and dances, football games and prom, never drank or did drugs, but I always remember having fun. I'm not sure when that changed... I don't have nearly as much fun anymore! Maybe I need to reconsider a drinking habit now that I'm an old fuddyduddy! ;)

Lisa Balough said...


I am adventurous, daring
I wonder how high I can climb
I hear dragon’s wings beckoning
I see her serrated body
I want to perch on her and trek across the sky
I am adventurous, daring

I pretend I’m on a mission
I feel the cooling breeze in my damp hair
I touch the uppermost leaves
I worry about spiraling down, down, down
I desire a never-ending summer
I am adventurous, daring

I understand what it is to be needed
I say that I must save the day
I dream of being the heroine
I try to be noble
I hope for more fun tomorrow
I am adventurous, daring

Lisa Biery said...

My dad was fun. He is fun. He was always pulling pranks on us...coming in the bathroom and pouring cold water over me while I was in the shower. Of course the curtain was closed so I never saw it coming. Just a fun sense of humor. My mom did all the grocery and other shopping needs. She forgot the toilet paper this one particular time. So she asked him to stop and get it. He brought home the cheapest, thinnest toilet paper he could find. No good in our house full of women. Mom got more and all was well. We held on to the bad stuff though. Late one night, my sister comes to get me from my room. She has the toilet paper. We go to the garage and proceed to roll his car using all that thin paper. He was a Bear Bryant fan and had a really big stuffed elephant mascot. We put a lawn chair on the roof of the car with the elephant and a note expressing our dislike of the toilet paper. He was quite entertained that his girls inherited a little of his fun sense of humor.

Kathy Wiedemann said...

Day 10 Fun
Like some of you, I too, have blissful memories of time spent skating. My “happy” memories on skates started at a later age, however, probably at about 10 years old, after we had moved away from the U.S. for the first time. I, too, was quite adept on those eight wheels and everyone knew it. I was fearless. The original skates must’ve been given to me, because my parents would have never purchased such a frivolous item for us…and I say “us” because everything we had was shared between my brother and I, period…including our (girl’s) bicycle until he turned 12 and finally goaded them into getting one of his own so he could go off with his own friends to play…
I digress….those boot skates were way too big for me for a long time after I got them. That never stopped me! I would wad up a sock in the toe of each, lace those puppies up, and take off for hours! My brother and I would take turns skating all over our neighborhood, down to the school, through the Commissary parking lot, all over the place. As long as we could see the roof of our apartment building, we could go where ever we wanted…our mother just wanted us back in time for dinner. There was such a freedom we had that our kids today can never experience. As time passed, those skates kept getting smaller and smaller. I can remember the pain of my toes bent up in those things but wanted so desperately to keep skating I would just go until the blisters made me quit. Knowing I would not be allowed to buy a new pair that actually fit (my mother looked up how much they cost in the Sears catalog) I had to come up with something on my own. Somehow, I owned a pair of white high-top Nike (black swish, of course) shoes. I think I traded someone something for these…not sure what…because those were what the “cool kids” wore and I would have never been allowed to spend money on something I actually wanted to wear! Anyway, I sacrificed wearing what was probably the only pair of shoes I had ever actually wanted to be seen at school in to make my new skates. I drilled holes in the soles using an icepick and a screwdriver, took the wheels off the “real” skates, and attached them to my new, custom-made version. I had seen pictures of tennis-shoe looking skates in my friend’s Teen Beat Magazine and thought those were probably the most amazing thing ever created! Now I had a pair that were not only tennis shoes, but they were high-top Nikes! I instantly became the most popular girl in school! Kids I didn’t even know were asking me to help them make their own pair…and I remember a few getting in big trouble for drilling holes in their expensive shoes. Ha!
That was my outlet, my excuse to get out of the house. Skating and riding my bike (quite often, both at the same time!) was what we did. Our days were spent outside perfecting our tricks on those two modes of transportation. I can remember feeling so powerful because I was better at skating than anyone around and the kids would ask me to teach them how to skate “like that”. By the time I was in 6th grade I was now toting a cassette player (with my mixed-tape of the previous week’s American Top 40 Countdown recorded from the radio!) everywhere I went. I was now choreographing dance routines on my skates to do in the streets of our neighborhood. No headphones or earbuds then. That music was blasting as loud as that little cassette player could go and I would skate around for (literally) hours, doing my little routine to the music or jumping the ramps we’d built for our bikes, oblivious to the world around me. Those skates gave me a freedom I would have never had, and introduced friends to me I would have never met (I was painfully shy). Funny how such simple objects could have had such a great impact on my life.

MsHouse121 said...

Fun, fun, fun. Growing up I had so much fun with my sister and brothers and friends. Back in the day is was the good old fashion type of fun. During the the summer we would get up eat breakfast and out the door we went, didn't comeback in until mom called us in for lunch, then back out til mom called us in for dinner. Then back out till dark. We played until we couldn't play anymore. Lets see, we played King of the Mountain, rode our bikes playing cops and robbers, building tree houses and club houses. My grandmother taught us how to hold a blade of grass between our thumbs and blow to make loud whistles. Mom and Ma-maw taught me and my sister to make necklaces, bracelets,and flower crowns out of clover flowers, sometimes we would sit for hours looking for four leaf clovers and we would listen to stories. We would play for hours catching lighting bugs.Dad was a dealer selling trampolines and go carts so we were constantly playing on the trampolines and riding go carts. We would swing and ride the whirly bird dad set up in our back yard. We would play the good old games like red rover red rover, Old granny hobble gobble, kick the can, and hop scotch. We would jump rope, play tag and play hide and seek.One of my favorites was when mom would get out the blanket and we would all go out, lay down looking up at the clouds in the sky making pictures out of the cloud formations as they changed. Swimming was always fun.We couldn't wait for Kite Sunday to come around every March as our church would always pass out kites after church, we would string them up and fly kites until they broke. We would build forts and play wars. My dad owned a recreation center/skating rink so we would so we played pool, and Fooshie Ball, skated. Now those were the days we thought we were the best skaters in the land. I loved my white skates with the big fuzzy purple and pink balls on top! We also fished, played softball,well you name it we did it and we all had the best time ever!