I’ve been thinking a lot about memories while planning out our summer. Just what kind of things do kids remember with excitement? I want the summer to be memorable for them, but what do Chris and Alexa really remember?
I made a list of favorite memories, in rough order by how much it’s brought up by the kids, regardless of relationship with reality, and by how much they seem to enjoy the memory.
- The time that we drove by a car on fire near the forest preserve by grandma’s house.
- The time the police made Dad and Alexa go home from the park by grandma’s house because it was 2am.
- The time Alexa stayed up all night while driving (well, riding) from Denver to Chicago.
- The time Christopher became ‘a little bit famous’ because his art was displayed in the museum.
- The naked bronze statue in the art museum.
- The time C & A got lost at the Civic Center during the 4th of July fireworks.
- The time in the Philippines that monkeys captured C & A while we visited a pool resort. They renamed them KoKo and ChimChim. After about a month, I found the tree that they were hanging out in and kidnapped them back.
- The time I said ‘Yes, you can do ____________’ to something that I’d never say yes to, but then forgot all about it.
- How in Chicago during the olden days, they ate children who misbehaved in school. That’s why dad got so good at being bad but not getting caught. (that this seemed remotely plausible says something bad about school, I think.)
- The time that Christopher stayed (or didn’t stay) up all night. This causes regular disputes between people who claim to have been there.
So, I’ll try to work on including more staying up late, breaking the law and getting lost into our summer. The stories get more difficult to pull off now that they are getting wise to me. I saved a lot of trust by not investing in Santa or the Easter Bunny (the tooth fairy is still alive and well). Because I didn’t tell the stories that everyone else did, they seemed more willing to believe fantastical stories about everyday life. Wandering around the city, especially the uncleansed parts, it’s not hard to weave fiction into the absurdities happening regularly.