Friday, October 21, 2011

Friday Fives: There Was a Time

Welcome to our weekly Friday Fives!

What are the FIVE best ages of your life and why?


This is so easy. It's amazing how much time I actually spend thinking about what my life used to be like when I wasn't average height.

1. Two years old. This is the age that I believe--with the aid of baby pictures--that I was in my prime in the cute department. I was freaking adorable. If I had digital pictures, I'd show you.

That is my funny looking hand on the steering wheel.
I'm on the road. I have flowers and I'm driving a
bright blue bug. Those other cars are afraid.
Or laughing.
2. Five years old. I don't really remember much about kindergarten, but I'm pretty sure it was awesome. I recall making pumpkin bread, butter, green eggs & ham, and tons of crafts. That's pretty much the summation of how I would like to live my life.

3. Eight years old. Is there a Friday Five where I haven't mentioned Harry Potter? Anyway, this is the age that I was first introduced to that magical world. You can say that my life truly began at age eight.

4. Sixteen years old. Freeeeeeeeeedom! Not really. I could drive and I had a car, but since I was one of those weird kids, I didn't go anywhere. I just stayed at home to read, and whenever my family went somewhere, I had the ability to remove myself from the equation early so I could go home and read. Yeah. I was living the life back then.
Sunset over Mobile Bay. One of the many
times that I found myself in the company
of wonderful people. 



5. Twenty years old. This is modern day (although I'm quickly approaching twenty-one) and I have to say, I'm probably the happiest I've ever been. Not to say that my childhood wasn't fun, but I just don't remember very much of it to be honest. I guess you could say I live in the moment. Sure, I'm always busy, I work too much, my classes are hard and getting harder by the day, and I don't have time to read as much as I would like, but all of that is perfectly alright with me. I'm content.
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9 comments:

  1. I remember 20 and 21. *sigh* Enjoy it.

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  2. OK, I'll be honest. I wondered if anyone under the age of 30 would take up this challenge. Two of my "best" ages happened post-20, so I wasn't sure. But you did it, and did it well!

    I think I've shared my Potter story somewhere before in a comment--maybe one of yours? Anyway, while I was significantly older than eight, reading HP was significant for me because it got me back into writing fiction. Big kick up the rear end. I'll write about it someday. I'm sure. :)

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  3. It's so cool that you started reading Harry Potter when you were 8. I think it would have been cool to grow up reading those books.

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  4. I would have loved Harry Potter when I was that age. I was in my 20s when I read the first one. Yikes, I feel so old! Nice that you have such fond memories of your childhood :)

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  5. I'm always happiest when I'm busy, too! And I feel even older - I was in my 30s the first time I picked up a HP book...

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  6. Yay for 21! You're in your prime, lady--enjoy it for all it's worth!

    "Is there a Friday Five where I haven't mentioned Harry Potter?" This totally made me laugh out loud because I feel like I mention The Boy Who Lived in every other conversation. :)

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  7. hi there bailey,
    Great post hunni :) Personally i've never been interested in Harry Potter I've never seen what all the fuss has been about, but it's great that you read the book at 8 years of age. WOW!!
    You are more than welcome and thanks once again for your comments.....you are a sweetie.x

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