Remember when we were kids
I was ten and you were eight
Life was fun
It was my cookie
You ate
I know you gave it back
Why would I want it back
After you licked it
You licked my cookie
And laughed
Remember riding our bikes
The antics we used to pull
Look – no hands
Look – no bike
You crashed
Okay I crashed and you laughed
Tell me you don’t remember that
Life was fun
I think
It still is
By Carol Ann Hoel © January 26, 2011
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I’d do anything to bring back a couple of days of my childhood…great memories of me and my sister growing up, laughing, crying and chasing each other around the family garden… Life was fun! xx
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Memories of bygone days. Sisters growing up together. We didn’t realize the richness of those days at the time, but now we remember fondly. Thank you for stopping by, Yvette. I appreciate it. Blessings to you…
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I love it, Carol Ann. So bright, whimsical and nostalgic and goes so well with the sunrise outside this morning. Reflections of our childhood are so precious, as is this poem. Blessings to you.
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Thank you, Bonnie. I’m glad you liked it. Happy times of yore seem to drift into my consciousness more than usual lately. Your sweet comment makes my day. Thank you for stopping by. Blessings to you…
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What fun Carol. It made me what to remember days like that with my five brothers and sisters. Blessings to you, Jeanne.
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Thank you, Jeanne. I’ve been leaning toward nostalgia a lot lately, renewing the good memories. Five brothers and sisters a full house makes! Having learned from you about your exceptional father, I am sure your childhood was filled with the makings of great memories. Blessings to you…
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nice frolic to wake to this morning.
I want to call a long-lost friend now…one who fits the poem above.
blessings
jane
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Yes, we had fun back then. Family and friends are precious. Good memories are like jeweled necklaces to don whenever we need a reason to celebrate. I’m glad I inspired you to remember your long-lost friend. Blessings to you, Jane…
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childhood mates- oh nothing, no one can compare with them. 🙂
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Yes, they are the best! Thank you for stopping by and for your comment. I’m blessed to have your friendship, Trisha. 🙂
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So am I. I must have done some thing really good to have a friend and sister like you.
lots of love.
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Is that first picture one of my most recent brain scan?
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Ha! Duke, you make me laugh. I sometimes feel like a bite’s been taken out of my brain, too. Thank you for stopping by and for making me smile. Oops! I see I am misunderstanding again. As I look at the cookie with a bite out of it, I notice that it is shaped like a brain and the chocolate chips and wrinkles make it look even more like a brain. I guess I didn’t notice that similarity sooner because I searched for a photo of a cookie, not a brain. Blessings to you…
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Ha-ha, I thought it was a brain at first too 🙂
Great poem Carol Ann. How do you do it?
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Thank you for stopping by, Elizabeth. I thought it looked like a cookie with a bite out of it until Duke pointed out the brain thing. Now I see it, too. Ha! I could go looking for another cookie, but where would I find another one with a bite out of it? Blessings to you today and always…
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Oh the wonderful choldhood memories of siblings and friends…thank you!
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Thank you, Suzi, for stopping by and for your comment. Lately I’ve been thinking sentimentally about bygone days with family. Pleasant thoughts. Blessings to you…
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I love this! Your youthful spirit shines through loud and clear!
Thanks, Carol Ann
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Thank you for visiting and for your kind comment. 🙂 Blessings…
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What a fun poem, Carol! It’s funny the memories that stick with us through the years. Licking the cookie was a good one though. I think I’d remember that one too 😉
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Thank you, Janna. My sisters are still precious to me. One of us lives in the north, I live in the south, and my other sister lives in the west. We still communicate, but I miss being with them. Blessings to you, Janna…
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I love it! “Look-no hands, look-no bike!” You’ve captured childhood friendship perfectly. 🙂
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Thank you for such a nice comment. Those memories stay with me. Those were wonderful days of adventure and companionship. I appreciate your stopping by today. Blessings to you…
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Ha ha, i like this poem.
Very light hearted.
I think it’s important to remember such memories
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Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate it. I agree. It’s good to recall those days of pleasure with family and friends. Blessings to you…
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LOL! This is really cute!!!
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Thank you, Laura. Blessings to you…
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Wow, that is not a brain? 🙂 Actually I’ve never faced the poet written in English (I’m a non-foreigner) and it is very strange that I can feel somthing sweet from your posts.
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Thank you! I appreciate your kind comment. Blessings to you…
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Am I the only one who thinks your sister was kinda mean? O.o
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I didn’t mean to portray my sisters as being mean. I was surely meaner than they. I was the eldest child, the leader of our mischief. I must take responsibility. I had two sisters and they are both incorporated into this poem; one sister, the cookie, and the other, the bike.
We were all taught to share, of course. I wasn’t any better at sharing than my sisters. We were also taught not to eat after one another because of spreading germs. I learned that concept and simply could not eat after anyone else. My younger sister had no such conviction. She licked my cookie and laughed because she knew I would let her eat it after contaminating it. If I had licked hers, she’d have eaten anyway. I didn’t tell about the peanut butter sandwich I made for her with horseradish on it! Yup! And she was very young at the time. I laughed hard as she wrinkled her nose when she bit into it.
My other sister, with whom I more often rode bikes, was probably the best of the three of us for being humane and kind. I don’t really remember which of us crashed when riding with no hands, probably both of us at one time or another, but I am sure, short the profuse shedding of blood in the fall, the other would have laughed.
I remember my grandmother trying hard not to smirk when we fell down, if we looked silly when it happened. My family were all laughers at anything funny, perhaps when it was inappropriate.
Thank you for your comment. No one has said they thought my sisters were mean, but you are probably not alone in thinking so. I must defend them. I would be remiss if I didn’t, because I was the leader of that threesome band of trouble makers. We weren’t terrible, no worse than Huckleberry Finn or Tom Sawyer. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to tell more about my sisters. Blessings to you…
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I remember eating those chocolate and banana cookies with the marshmallows in between, what were they called? They were delicious!
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I’m not familiar with those cookies, but they must be tasty with chocolate, banana, and marshmallows! Thank you for stopping by and for your comment. Blessings to you, Noel…
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Hi Carol – this one made me smile! Oh to go back to those days of childhood once again…but, like you say, life was fun then…and it still is. We just have to keep that childlike wonder within us.
Thanks for making me smile! 😀 Chloe xx
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Thank you for stopping by and for reading. I appreciate your comment very much. I agree with you, Chloe. We can still have fun if we keep that childlike wonder within us. You put it very well. Blessings to you…
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