Drawing

Sunday afternoons were usually pretty quiet — everyone trying to recharge before Monday rolled in. For me, it was a great time to be creative — I’d plop down at the desk in my room, channeling my inner Bob Ross like I was filming a masterpiece! 😎 ✏️

Lunch Games

Back in the day, lunchtime wasn’t just lunch—it was our own personal Olympics!

One popular game was coin basketball, which was basically a ‘precision flick’ event… except sometimes the precision was aimed directly at your face. One heroic (or totally reckless) flick and a quarter could go flying with an an intensity you were unprepared for. And when we wanted to raise the difficulty level, we switched to a half dollar.

Nothing says ‘childhood’ like risking mild facial injury for bragging rights. 😅

Big Gulp

 The day my best friend and I realized we could run all the way to the 7‑11 at the end of the neighborhood, our world basically expanded exponentially! Getting a Big Gulp felt like holding a trophy the size of our heads. It took us the entire day to finish one—and honestly, I’m not sure we ever fully recovered from that much soda. 🥤😵‍💫

Hangin Out

 My best friend was athletic… I was more ‘enthusiastically uncoordinated.’ Watching me try to keep up with him was quite the spectacle! 😅

Roll Out

Most Saturdays were set aside for family outings, the kind that began with long, winding car rides toward someplace special. The time in the car could feel like forever, but there was a quiet coziness to it—me in the backseat with a favorite toy, a small piece of home I could hold onto while the scenery drifted by. 😁🤖

That Tracks

 Radio‑controlled cars were the thing when I was a kid. I never had a TurboHopper, but my neighbor did—and the empty volleyball courts at the park behind our house instantly became our homemade off‑road track. I might not have owned the car, but designing the course was just as thrilling! 😎

Lab Partner

Talk about a recipe for disaster…the teacher pairs me with the cute girl in class, and suddenly I’m conducting a science experiment with the attention span of a goldfish. Forget balancing equations—I was just trying to remember how to breathe. Honestly, the real miracle wasn’t the passing grade…it’s that I didn’t accidentally set the lab on fire. 😍😅