There are things that we don’t do as adults because of childhood experiences. Maybe there are things that you do as an adult because of a “deprived” childhood. I’m not getting spiritual or anything here. I mean did your mom not give you sugar and so you have your kids chugging kool-aid…that sort of thing.
Yes, I am looking at you Mom…I used to tell my teachers I was allergic to sugar and would deny myself smarties…I don’t need counseling! I don’t give my kids kool-aid and I don’t buy white bread. Congratulations Mom, it worked!
So today, I choose to put aside every busy thought in my head. I capture them on Evernote. There certainly are a lot more important things happening in the world. They are blog posts for another day. Allow this to be my moment to laugh at myself and reveal to you a little something about me. Something you never cared to know but I hope you find amusing.
I won’t buy a white car…don’t like them.
I said it. Here is why…
– WHITE Ford Pinto (like the bean…and we were a family of 5)
– WHITE Ford Tempo
– WHITE…whatever it was my Mom drove
– WHITE whatever it is my Dad drove
– The WHITE Tempo that my Dad brought BACK TO LIFE (imagine FURIOUS teenager who refused to get in the car. Probably do need counseling for that one).
All of these cars were evil! Ask my sisters…we share the same memories and disdain.
Yes, there were many a Sunday when we prayed those wretched cars to church…we made it every Sunday. I suppose you can say I learned the power of prayer thanks to those white cars (there’s your silver lining). There was the one you had to drive around the tree in the front yard to make sure it was really in gear. The A/C didn’t work in any of them. Every white car had a story and it usually involved us three girls all sweaty by the time we got where we are going.
I also remember us volunteering at Feed the Hungry, driving home with the heat on so the car didn’t overheat. I can really brag on my mom here…
Parents – if you are worried about something like this scarring your child for life. I assure you, they will get over it, laugh and blog about it later 🙂
Is there something that you do/don’t do as a result of your childhood?