My Story: 9 Years Old



After the whirlwind of my 8 year old year, 9 year old seems to be a little calmer.

Travel: As always, we drove from Colorado to Utah to visit family in the summer time.  We always stayed 2 weeks.  We always stayed with my Nana, my mom’s mom.  I always slept in my mom’s old room that they called the Blue Room.  I loved how the rooms had names at my Nana’s house!  I think they still call that room the Blue Room even though I don’t think it’s blue anymore.

Welcome to Texas Nov 1989

For Thanksgiving that year, we drove to visit my cousins in Texas.  It was very warm in Texas that year…or was for my Colorado raised person!  I was used to wearing snow boots and heavy coats at Thanksgiving time.  But in Texas, we just wore short sleeved shirts and went jumping around in a fountain.  Outside!  In November!  It was a novelty.  This was also the trip that my dad was pulled over for speeding trying to get to my uncle’s house.  He was SO mad that the cop was being so slow at giving him the ticket.  We were very late getting in, and I think that was why he was speeding.  I hung out a lot with my cousin Elizabeth who was 2 years younger than me.  We were playing a computer game and I was wiggling a loose molar while I watched.  I loved feeling the gums pull on the tooth as I rocked it towards my cheek.  The bottom of the tooth felt very rough.  I remember running my finger along the bottom of that tooth and being excited about something on the screen.  I pointed really fast with my finger, and my tooth hit the computer screen!  It bleed a lot.

cousins in Dallas TX 11-1989

School: I honestly don’t remember a lot about school this year.  But looking at my class picture, 2 of my very good friends were in my class with me.  I was always a very good student and never had any trouble with anything…except for spelling.

4th grade class 1989-90

In school that year we had to make paper mache masks.  I remember mine got an award for being so creative.  See everyone made their masks in bright colors, or all black.  I took extra paper mache and gave my mask ears.  Then I painted it into a dalmatian.  It was very unique, looking back at it now.

Paper Mache dog 4-1990

Extracurricular: This was the year of my favorite dance recital.  My class did a jazz number to the song from “The Little Mermaid” which had just come out that year.  Our tutus could be folded in half and snapped at our waists so we had a little “tail” off the back.  We used that to shimmy our way through Under the Sea.  I still know some of the dance moves from that dance.

dance costume May 1990

Holidays: That year I was the Statue of Liberty for Halloween.  My Nana (the same one we used to stay with every year) went to New York for a vacation and came back with a crown and a torch for me from the Statue of Liberty.  So my mom made a frock (much simpler than the skunk last year!) and I put my hand to sleep holding up my torch.

Statue of Liberty Halloween 1989

Christmas that year brought me Molly, an American Girl doll.  American Girl had only been around for about 3 years, and they only had 3 dolls.  I loved that doll.  Our neighbor, Cara, had Samantha and we used to play with them all the time.  I got Molly because she had glasses.  But I think Samantha was my second choice.

Molly Christmas 1989

Christmas 1989

Journal: I don’t have much written down this year.  It’s mostly entries that say, “Too tired!  Love, Safire” and include a picture I drew.  I drew my room.  I drew me in bed with Nessie on the end of it.  I remember trying to hide Nessie in my room so she could sleep with me.  In my room, I had my old baby bassinet that held all my stuffed animals.  I used to put her in there and surround her with animals with high hopes that she would stay still in there.  It only worked once.  Even though I don’t remember much about that year, my most vivid memories are in my bedroom, writing in my journal.

age 9 sep 1989

Amazing the power of the written word!


PS- No pictures yet because Flickr and I are fighting.  Also, it’s late!  Come back later to see some pictures.

3 Comments (+add yours!)

  1. Valinda
    Nov 12, 2010 @ 22:01:42

    Great pictures!


  2. Steffanie
    Nov 13, 2010 @ 01:06:34

    Wow, I don’t even remember you coming to visit! Of course, I was only 2 :) That was so nice for you to come! I bet my parents were really missing family at that time. Just like me and my hubby back here in Texas, you don’t realize how hard it is to move away until after you do it! Hope all is well back east!


  3. Janna @ Mommy's Piggy TALES - Record YOUR Youth
    Nov 15, 2010 @ 01:51:03

    I’m glad I got to see all the pictures how fun! We have family in TX too and one year at Christmas we actually were wearing shorts and tshirt!


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