| Top 10 Childhood Memories |
| I just wanna start off by saying that I had an awesome childhood. Seriously. I mean obviously there were times when things didn't go my way, but all things being equal I couldn't imagine anything better! In fact I could probably list over 100 favorite memories, but for the sake of brevity I whitled the list down to ten. |
| 10.) The time that my brothers and I stayed up late to watch the movie EXCALIBUR on WHT (Womeca Home Theater). 9.) Rolling down the hills at Lake Hopocong with my sister. 8.) Watching my brothers and their friends play two-hand touch football (pole-to-pole) against kids from other neighborhoods...and beating them. 7.) Walking to and from St. Francis Xavier School with my brothers and sister and cousins. 6.) My sister and I playing my brother Diego's records while he and Jorge were at their Boy Scout meetings. Especially Stepping Out by Joe Jackson. 5.) Going to airport anytime anyone travelled to and from Ecuador. This of course included constantly begging my father for quarters to watch those little pay TVs they used to have, roaming around the terminals with my brothers and cousins, and my personal favorite, running down empty corridors and sliding. 4.) The time that my sister and I had to stay with Annmarie Thorn's mother for the day and were completely miserable until we saw our father come home and he ended up taking us to work with him. 3.) Staying up late on nights when it was snowing to make sure it snowed enough to cancel school the next day. 2.) Playing awesome games in our pool, such as: jumping onto a large inflatible tube and trying to stay on; knocking anyone off the tube who managed to stay on; whirlpools; etc... 1.) Going for long bike rides with my father on Sunday morning and then stopping by Calendria's Bakery on the way home and buying freshly made French and Italian Bread. |
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| From the house of my childhood I have brought nothing but precious memories, for there are no memories more precious than those of early childhood in one's first home. And this is almost always so if there is any love and harmony in the family at all. Indeed, precious memories may remain even of a bad home, if only the heart knows how to find what is precious. - from 'The Brothers Karamazov' by Fyodor Dostoyevsky |