tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post7849095143419355035..comments2024-03-22T04:01:14.613-04:00Comments on Life According to Steph: When I was youngSMD @ lifeaccordingtostephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09884611147965544589noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-49406126175208200682015-08-23T20:10:15.771-04:002015-08-23T20:10:15.771-04:00finally catching up on back posts...LOVE LOVE LOVE...finally catching up on back posts...LOVE LOVE LOVE this one. I might have to borrow it some day :)my first piece of fiction was written on paper from the gas station i worked at. I don't have the original paper but I do have the story since it was printed in the booklet my school created for students who submitted art/written essaysNicole Maricahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04046684805650309836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-52453669643645182642015-08-09T21:43:18.030-04:002015-08-09T21:43:18.030-04:00Please let me know if you do write one. I'd lo...Please let me know if you do write one. I'd love to read it!SMD @ lifeaccordingtostephhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09884611147965544589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-56764842841968157342015-08-08T11:50:54.060-04:002015-08-08T11:50:54.060-04:00I always said I wanted to be a teacher as a kid to...I always said I wanted to be a teacher as a kid too. I didn't realize I didn't actually want to do it until I was 20! I hated playing sports and PE, I was often told I was too bossy, I read about fifty The Baby-Sitters Club books one summer, and I preferred the bars at recess. I love this post and might have to copy it, if you don't mind. :)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17987539776935412156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-64796386519662816692015-08-06T11:14:36.164-04:002015-08-06T11:14:36.164-04:00I thought Canada was a state and that other countr...I thought Canada was a state and that other countries were on different planets, with bridges running between them. And now I work in the aerospace industry, proving there is hope for idiotic children.BHShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05452646552597239826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-28556398174927966492015-08-06T00:11:35.543-04:002015-08-06T00:11:35.543-04:00I love these types of posts (and I love the pictur...I love these types of posts (and I love the picture you shared)!<br /><br />I also wrote my first "novel" at a really young age (7 or 8). It was around 60 pages, which I think is actually kind of impressive for a child. (If I do say so myself.) It's currently collecting dust at my mom's house, but I did keep it.<br /><br />I was also an avid reader. I credit my mom for that ... She instilled a love for learning and literature in me at an early age.<br /><br />I was a huge tomboy. I could often be found playing outside with neighborhood boys or sitting high in my backyard tree with (you guessed it) a book.<br /><br />I wanted to be an author, actress, and singer. (And, let's be honest, I still do.) Some dreams will never die!Kristenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14757174923718324262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-76823000075355029872015-08-05T23:56:02.428-04:002015-08-05T23:56:02.428-04:00"wore high top Reeboks in every color of the ..."wore high top Reeboks in every color of the rainbow" = YES!!!!!<br /><br />When I was young: I refused to eat fast food hamburgers (although I loved Jack in the Box tacos); I cut my dolls' hair in mowhawks and painted their faces with nail polish; oh...this is so fun, I may need to "borrow" this post ... linking back to you of course.Erin of TexErin-in-SydneyLandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09744003004126232764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-42884793261511222662015-08-05T22:26:52.527-04:002015-08-05T22:26:52.527-04:00Oh, what a great post! I love thinking back on my ...Oh, what a great post! I love thinking back on my childhood. I hope that my children look back on their childhoods with fondness. My teacher-friend told me that playgrounds are being replaced with sets that don't include swings because of safety issues. Can you believe that? I loved the swings. I'd swing as high as I could and then leap off into the mulch. Dangerous, but fun! When I was young, I picked honey suckers off my neighbors' plants, I ran past the house with the rottweiler and fence with posts too far apart, I bought cigarettes for my dad at the corner store, I choked on ice...and more! Maybe I'll steal your post idea :).lisacnghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08404184287815243972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-76751596257397606442015-08-05T22:04:20.226-04:002015-08-05T22:04:20.226-04:00I loved to play house and was always packing up my...I loved to play house and was always packing up my dolls and things and taking them on adventures outside. I liked to pretend that we were on the run. I loved to explore the woods around my house. I loved to play dress up and "bake" meaning throw flour and random things together.Rose @ Ramblin' Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08538480548206268617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-35824410115791073252015-08-05T21:03:04.379-04:002015-08-05T21:03:04.379-04:00Brsdlees was the place to shop!! I never really th...Brsdlees was the place to shop!! I never really thought about what I wanted to be either, except awesome. I consider myself a success. *sarcasm* I was always hanging with my best friends, creating a club of some sort just so we could hang out longer. Playing tag with all the neighboorhood kids, or kickball in the street. Kerry @ Till Then Smile Oftenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15665402939137040730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-42682342783147483262015-08-05T16:37:38.051-04:002015-08-05T16:37:38.051-04:00I wouldn't sit still and wanted to be an astro...I wouldn't sit still and wanted to be an astronaut. Not much has changed, ha!Heather Lockharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02362609895956252991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-58052856067398660022015-08-05T15:18:11.382-04:002015-08-05T15:18:11.382-04:00It's good to reminisce. This post actually hel...It's good to reminisce. This post actually helped to jog my memory a little bit. I wanted to be a teacher as well and would actually play school with the neighborhood kids. Poor kids. lolEmily @ Martinis | Bikinishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13771245700613396017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-65064041507503978382015-08-05T14:45:02.906-04:002015-08-05T14:45:02.906-04:00I love this post! I want to do one now :) I was a...I love this post! I want to do one now :) I was all about the flower picking during sports: soccer, t-ball, tennis! haha I was all about the swings, too!Meg Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05243003602489504292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-90632521821114321812015-08-05T14:13:48.483-04:002015-08-05T14:13:48.483-04:00What a fun post -I need to do one of these.
Such p...What a fun post -I need to do one of these.<br />Such precious memories of being a child...Rebecca Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03965781380511208862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-87677048695135245442015-08-05T13:29:53.830-04:002015-08-05T13:29:53.830-04:00i loved swinging on the swings as well, and hated ...i loved swinging on the swings as well, and hated art / music purely because i was bad at them. i always told people i wanted to be a princess or a writer when i grew up, neither of which i am now.<br />what is field day?<br />when i was young, i played with my barbies, inside and out, and for much longer than any child should. i read a lot. i didn't have a lot of friends. i jumped on trampolines and spent a lot of time at the beach. i fought with my brothers constantly, and we would find little skink lizards and bring them inside, stealing my mum's tupperware for their 'homes', which we would fill with grass and try to feed them grapes (no idea why we thought lizards ate grapes) and without a doubt we would always accidentally let the lizard out in the house. we never found them though.Kristen @ See You In A Porridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09592108031437491276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-29242085057579908222015-08-05T12:53:16.709-04:002015-08-05T12:53:16.709-04:00I totally raced caterpillars as well! I also walke...I totally raced caterpillars as well! I also walked around barefoot pretty much everywhere I went! I wrote my first piece of fiction when I was younger as well and technically it would be fanfiction even though that didn't really exist at the time! I still have it along with all the other short stories books and half finished novels that I started!Kimmihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00410492611956836803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-60588001641753710252015-08-05T12:40:09.483-04:002015-08-05T12:40:09.483-04:00I hated field day too!!!! HATED!!!!
-I lived in ...I hated field day too!!!! HATED!!!! <br /><br />-I lived in a constant state of fear that something would happen to my family if I wasn't there, so I rarely wanted to spend the night at a friends house<br />-I hated heights then and I really hate them now<br />-I treated my bike like a car and would make turn signal sounds and stop for pretend stop signs<br />-I carried my carebear Lov-a-Lot around with me wherever I went. My mom would have to wash her and hang her up on the clothes line by her ears and it would make me so sad and angry to see her out there being hurtNadinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06920454010509077779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-30081974401438262542015-08-05T12:29:51.588-04:002015-08-05T12:29:51.588-04:00This is such a great post!
- I played outside and...This is such a great post!<br /><br />- I played outside and had to be dragged in at the end of the night<br />- I lived in the community pool during the summer. We could walk there.<br />- I made "stews" out of water and poisonous berries with the neighboring kids<br />- I was always reading<br />- I wrote a fiction piece when I was in third grade called The Three Wishes. I never finished it because I couldn't come up with what I deemed a "proper" ending. I WISH I still had it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-35791932079535212015-08-05T12:04:39.062-04:002015-08-05T12:04:39.062-04:00I never wore shoes as a kid either. We had a big w...I never wore shoes as a kid either. We had a big walnut tree in the backyard and when the wind blew, the walnuts would fall out of the tree, crack on the roof and land in halves in the yard. I was always barefoot and now I have a scar on the bottom of my foot from when I stepped on half a walnut shell and had to have it surgically removed. Oh, and I was also a very serious child too, and always reading something!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-77991996507309863482015-08-05T11:41:24.460-04:002015-08-05T11:41:24.460-04:00That picture is priceless!! It looks a lot like my...That picture is priceless!! It looks a lot like my childhood home- minus the swing set. And yessss to Caldor and Bradlees, I definitely remember shopping at those two! I was pretty much the exact opposite of you as a kid- I loved soccer and was fairly good at it, was the only female alto sax player in band (and played for 9 years), loved field day, and always had long hair which my mom straightened on the regular. lil desiquahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12702603642296991017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-69615084536119411542015-08-05T11:15:12.344-04:002015-08-05T11:15:12.344-04:00This post is adorable!! I read a lot when I was yo...This post is adorable!! I read a lot when I was young too! Ah to be a kid again. So much innocence and wonder!Kay R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17616798594879683219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-7856169791766975682015-08-05T11:00:23.841-04:002015-08-05T11:00:23.841-04:00What a cute post. I love that you had a Pete Rose ...What a cute post. I love that you had a Pete Rose haircut, I did too. I miss the carefree days of my childhood. Being and adult is hard. Work always seems to get in the way of things. It drives me crazy that my office calls me on my days off. Crazy! Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00210065091965251377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-79002605889149789532015-08-05T10:55:40.672-04:002015-08-05T10:55:40.672-04:00Such a fun post! Gosh I remember the days of just ...Such a fun post! Gosh I remember the days of just being a kid - life was easy and breezy! xo, biana -<a href="http://www.blovedboston.com" title="BlovedBoston" rel="nofollow">BlovedBoston</a>BLovedBostonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03378765629410526703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-25308640587454676402015-08-05T10:54:19.586-04:002015-08-05T10:54:19.586-04:00So much win for the Pete Rose haircut! And I can c...So much win for the Pete Rose haircut! And I can co-sign most of these, miss the good ol' days especially chasing caterpillars, and walking around with no shoes :)Kate at Green Fashionistahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11104665064880942943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-17701098115561963132015-08-05T10:46:25.740-04:002015-08-05T10:46:25.740-04:00ahh love this.
i rang neighbors doorsbells and wo...ahh love this. <br />i rang neighbors doorsbells and would sing them a song THEN ask to be paid. Helene in Betweenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03734694540206484285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071987159907366396.post-6615371285540652192015-08-05T10:31:37.919-04:002015-08-05T10:31:37.919-04:00walking five blocks to the beach, being afraid of ...walking five blocks to the beach, being afraid of getting kidnapped with chloroform involved, reading everything, walking to Aunt Lucy's pool, getting stung by bees on the way, making leaf houses, walks in the park/neighborhood single file line with Pop as the group leader, outdoors in the snow, rain, sun whenever, walking to school, Dawn slipping on ice and getting cindered, me laughing at her & falling down injuring my tail bone horribly, you being my shadow for most of my childhood. llf1020https://www.blogger.com/profile/16196234993611944142noreply@blogger.com