February Journaling Challenge

my page:

i have had this photo for a long time (i took it in 1988ish, my cousin was killed in 1996) - scrapping it was therapy for me - i still miss him (i even let an entire Eddie Murphy movie play in the background as we played today because Joseph laughed just like him!

 

Well this is a teenage moment but I think that still counts!
I want to go through and scrap my childhood at some point! Im lucky enough to have journal and bits and pieces my mum collected, but they're taking my a lot of space in a crate at the moment and cant be appreciated! Once I scrap them all I can put them in a book and actually enjoy them

 

Here is my page of DS

Mr Happy



Tamara

 

another fun challenge
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Dalis got me thinking about my childhood and games and that made me think of my cherished barbies, so that's what my story is about.

 

Here's my page!

 

this was really fun cause i would never have scrapped this bath time memory or used these current bath photos with the memory...so thanks for the challenge..helps me to be creative

 

What wonderful stories everyone is telling! Here is mine:

 

It was hard to choose one memory!

 

Here is mine xx Thanks for the challenge xx

 

me in the middle, around the start of my vest phase, not that this is a particularly good example but it was one of the 'home made' ones

 

Getting misty reading everyone's memories...



Journaling says:

"Here you go duckies", a chubby little hand sailed magnetic, neon letters over the balcony and into the imaginary pond below. One by one they tumbled into what was actually the downstairs neighbor's garden, though you couldn't have convinced that three-year old girl it was anything, but a big, beautiful pond full of ducks.

The tiny, toddler was me, and it's one of my earliest childhood memories.

The next day I recall climbing into the back seat of our family car, just as our elderly neighbor came over with a small, brown, paper bag. She passed it through the window to my daddy and said,

"I think someone might be missing these.", with a sweet smile and a wink at me.

My dad peeked into the bag, showed my mom and then passed it over the enormous back seat to my outstretched arms.

When I looked inside I was amazed to see the magnetic letters that had been duck food the day before.

My mother glanced over her shoulder inquisitively at me and I explained,

"I was feedin' the ducks mama!".

She smiled and I vaguely remember hearing the mumbled voices of adults apologizing, thanking, giggling, but I was lost in the wonder of what magic had brought my brightly colored duck food back to me and planning what I would do with it next.