Sleepover

I like to tell stories about my childhood.  I have always been told by people that I had an interesting youth.  I don’t know if my childhood was any crazier than anyone else’s, it’s just that I am able to vividly remember some of the weird, stupid and sometimes mean things I did growing up.

Memories are funny things.  I am not sure anymore if I really remember these things or if I have just talked about them so much that I now know the story too well to ever forget it.  For most of these stories I have flashes of an image or a smell or some other sense that reminds me of the memory, but I can’t always play back the whole scene in my head. 

So from time to time I will post some of my "favorite" memories.  I say "favorite" because many of them are actually not entirely flattering towards me, but they DO make for good stories.

My parents were always pretty strict, especially Dad.  He had this rule that we could not bring our baby blankets downstairs.  Dad made this rule that we had to leave them upstairs in our bedroom because we liked to carry our blankets around with us.  He thought that once you were up for the day you should be up, not lounging around with your blanket.  The punishment we were told was burning the blanket, so we were careful to obey this rule.

The summer that I was 6 years old, my sister and I had a huge sleepover party.  I don’t know how many girls we invited, but there were a lot.  I remember sleeping bags everywhere.  Some people slept in the living room and some people slept up in our bedroom.  (Who knows why my parents thought this was a good idea, I think you would have to be crazy to invite over 10 or so 4-6 year olds!)

I remember this one little girl we invited, I don’t remember her name, but she was my sister’s friend so she was either 4 or 5.  She used to cry all the time and it annoyed me.  She was walking around with her baby blanket, because I’m sure she was scared, it was probably her first sleepover.  Being the nice hostess that I am, I went right up to this little girl and told her that she was going to have to put that baby blanket away or my dad would burn it.  She burst into tears after hearing that.  My mom tried for quite a while to calm her down, but it was no use.  That girl was so upset she just would not stop crying until her parents came and got her.  I'm pretty sure everyone else had a good time at our sleepover, but the memory that stays with me is that one.

Like I said, I wasn't always a very nice child.