Sanctuary

I miss some of those quiet moments from my youth...

...like sitting at the top of the jungle gym, high above all the other kids, just silently watching the clouds slowly drift by. 😊

Bike

I may not have thought riding my bicycle was as cool as a biker on a Harley, but back then it felt pretty close. 😎🚲

Belts

 Remembering those days when nobody thought twice about riding in the back seat without a seat belt, and my sister and I would take turns leaning forward, poking our heads between the front seats while Mom and Dad drove. It felt perfectly normal then. Hard to imagine now, when that kind of thing is most certainly frowned upon! 😅

Worry

After a weekend packed with fun, my Sunday always drifted into the same familiar feeling… pure, stomach‑churning worry. As the day came to an end, my brain suddenly remembered every homework page I hadn’t touched, every test I definitely hadn’t studied for, and every project I’d been pretending didn’t exist.

Looking back, I have no clue why I put myself through that emotional roller coaster! 🤯😮‍💨

Pizza Night

Whenever Mom and Dad announced ‘date night,’ we heard something completely different: PIZZA NIGHT. 

Back then, there were a number of pizza joints to choose from—Domino’s, Little Caesars, Godfather's—but once Pizza Hut released pan pizza, it was all over. That became the classic choice in our house.

A hot pizza, a rented VHS, and absolutely no parents… that was our version of living large! 😎🍕

Sunday Cartoons

The Sunday morning cartoon lineup always felt a little different from Saturday’s big‑name heavy hitters. Those shows weren’t the marquee stars of the era, but they had their own quiet charm — and Sunday was the only day you could catch them. 

Of course, in our family, Sunday mornings were meant for Sunday School, so I only ever saw fragments of those cartoons while getting ready for church.

I squeezed in as much as I could, right up until we had to head out the door. 😅📺

Slide

 I only tried sliding into base a few times growing up, but my timing was always hilariously off. I’d over anticipate the moment, and start my slide way too early, skidding across the dirt while the ball sailed safely into the baseman’s glove. 😅⚾️