I think being 8 was a big year for me. First of all, 8 years old is when we are baptized in my church. It’s usually a big day for kids in the church. The only things I remember about it is that I had a HUGE cold sore on my lip so I couldn’t smile. I also remember we went to Casa Bonita, one of my favorite restaurants, with some of my family for dinner. I remember thinking it must be a big deal if my uncle came!
Another big 8 year old mark was starting a brand new school. They changed the boundaries of the schools and moved everyone 3rd grade and younger out of my first elementary and into the other elementary school in the area. Since my brother was older than 3rd grade, he stayed at the other school. And I started my 3rd grade year at the new school.
Luckily, I think most of my friends moved schools with me. I honestly don’t feel like it was a huge change for me. I do remember being happy that I had my own school, and didn’t share with my brother.
Another big 8 year old thing was that Christmas.
Why were my brother and I so excited to get down the stairs? For this sweet little girl:
We had dogs before. But we hadn’t had them for a few years. And I had been begging my parents to get a dog. We spent a lot of time looking at breeds and picked Cairn Terrier for the right breed for us. And this doggie was the best doggie! She lived for another 16 (!!!) years.
Another big thing for that year was our first Bronco’s game. I don’t remember much about the game (other than they had a horse on the stadium). But I do remember who they were playing. It was just a pre-game, but they were playing the San Francisco 49ers. Why do I remember this? Because my mom (who grew up in San Francisco) yelled out “Go 49ers!” And even as an 8 year old, I could feel the hostility grow around us.
I was a skunk for Halloween. Yes, a skunk. I have no idea why I wanted to be a skunk, but that’s what I was. Kudos to my mom for making this most awesome costume. I had to sit sideways in school all day long because of the tail. But it was awesome.
And yet ANOTHER big thing for my 8 year old year (seriously could it get any bigger?!) were my travels. First off: Utah! And cousins!
There were cousins from England joining us that year. B and C were just my brother and mine ages. We took them to Dinosaur State Park. C and I got dinosaur stamps. We also got pound puppies. We also started writing letters for years after that. I have a few of them tucked away in my journal from that time. I remember being very impressed that C took horseback riding lessons and could jump a fence on her pony. And thus started my obsession with learning to ride.
Next stop, Disneyland!
I have to say I don’t remember much about this trip. But I do remember a lot about our other trip.
Yes we were crazy lucky to go to both Disneyland and Disneyworld in the same year. I remember the trip to Disneyworld because my dad had some kind of work there. We flew there to meet him. My brother and I flew by ourselves. I sat in the middle of the plane, and MusicMan sat on the isle. A very nice gentleman sat in the window seat. He gave me his bread from the meal. He pointed out the city lights when we came into Florida. He made sure our dad was waiting for us when we walked off the plane.
When we walked out of the airport, a WALL of humidity hit us. My dad chuckled at our reactions. I honestly think this is the first time I experienced humidity.
My mom’s plane got delayed and she spent the night in some hotel in Kansas or something. It took her the entire next day to get to us which meant we had one less day in the park. Did MusicMan and I care? No sirree. Especially since the hotel had an AMAZING pool and we swam and went down the water slides all day long.
This is also the trip where my dad drank 17 glasses of water a dinner one night. And where he got up and belly danced with the belly dancers in the Moroccan food place. A classic family anecdote. I also had a little red camera at that time. My parents bought me 2 rolls of film. In the whole 2 rolls, I think I took an entire roll of pictures of birds. Like the little birds on the sidewalks. No idea why.
Being 8 is Great!
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