Hey, Girlfriend!

In memory of the 36th anniversary of Mount St. Helens’ volcanic eruption, I found this photo taken of me (in front) and my two childhood besties, Nancy and Sarah, from one of our families’ Mount. St. Helens play days.

 

Our parents, my sister Amy, and Nancy and Sarah’s grandma were not in this picture, but they were there, too.  The day this photo was taken, Nancy and Sarah’s mom was so pregnant with their little sister, Krissy, that she was about to pop.

 

Based on my 6 years of life’s experience, I thought Nancy’s grandmother was kind of old. Nancy, an accountant, and I did some quick math today and came to the conclusion that Grandma was not much older than we are now!

 

She had a cute figure and dyed her hair jet black.  I was mesmerized by her prescription cat eye glasses, they made a statement.  I’m not sure what the statement was, but I pondered it when I was a kid.  I thought the glasses were sassy and strong, maybe even defiant.

 

Feeling safe and secure with the elderly woman, we squeezed onto a wood and metal sled.  Grandma sat in front, incharge of the foot operated steering rudder, and we squished in behind her.  She picked the steepest, longest slope and went straight down, wildly screaming until our ride ended abruptly with somewhat of a violent crash.

 

We were tossed in opposing directions with our arms and legs flopping around as we bounced and rolled.  We were terrified, but mostly thrilled and exhilarated!

 

“Let’s do it again!” we chanted.