NHdisneylover
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2007
With my family, the best times were Friday nights at home. We'd turn the lights off, light candles, have a fire in the wood stove and my dad, a career DJ, would play all his favourite music----a much wider variation than any station he ever worked for allowed---just hanigng out loving good music together. I'd dance and dance and try not to make a record skip by bouncing to too much and my parents would talk about memories they had from different songs, etc.
Another, not really fmaily one, that jumped to mind was:
As a kid we went to the laundry mat every Sunday. We went to a staffed one after being held up at a non staffed one. We got to know the owner really well---he was always nice to me. Both of my parents worked and I attended day camp all summer and wanted to go to the sleepover version at hte same camp. My parents would save and usually manage a week or two---one year I got to go for three weeks. If you stayed more than 2 weeks they sent your laundy out to be done. When our bags came back, inside of mine was a shoebox filled with candy and coloring books and a note from the owner of the laundrymat (who, obviously, did the camp's laundry) telling me he missed my smiling face on Sundays and was hoped I was having fun at camp. I felt so special.
Another, not really fmaily one, that jumped to mind was:
As a kid we went to the laundry mat every Sunday. We went to a staffed one after being held up at a non staffed one. We got to know the owner really well---he was always nice to me. Both of my parents worked and I attended day camp all summer and wanted to go to the sleepover version at hte same camp. My parents would save and usually manage a week or two---one year I got to go for three weeks. If you stayed more than 2 weeks they sent your laundy out to be done. When our bags came back, inside of mine was a shoebox filled with candy and coloring books and a note from the owner of the laundrymat (who, obviously, did the camp's laundry) telling me he missed my smiling face on Sundays and was hoped I was having fun at camp. I felt so special.