"Walking through the park, talking after dark, and reminiscing...."
The Crazy A's have joined the memory brigade. Here are the details.
1. Add a comment on our blog, a memory that you have of either Amy, Aron, Ashton or all of the above. It doesn't matter if you know us well or just barely, anything you can remember that would be fun to share is fine.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people join the game. It is fun to read the responses. If you leave a memory (comment) on this post, we'll assume you are playing the game.
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5 comments:
Aron- Spontaneous game of dolphin and shark at the Paris in Las Vegas and realizing when the game was over that everyone in the pool and the pool area was enjoying the entertainment.
Amy, I can recall hours and hours of talking on the phone about all the boys you liked, goofing off in ballet with Summer, you talking about the amazing turning radius of your first car, talking you into coming to Pine View and trying out for the drill team, watching you coach your little league soccer team, auditioning for the SAB summer workshop and so much more. And then I met Aron and I was so glad that you found someone like him. I think you guys are great
oh memories! Wow, I have a gazillion, I remember a pretty painful time we had a sleep over at your house and for some crazy reason we woke up at the butt crack of dawn a whoppin 5 AM! and tried to get motivated to join the swim team was it? I don't know but I'll never forget how dog tired I was and how I let you talk me into thinking that would be a fun idea!
I loved hearing you tell me about danny and dixie boys and I remember your ford and how it always smelled like summer and the jar of lip balm by the brake that would always melt and then harden again, oh and sunglasses. I could go on and on- fun times.
I remember being so jealous of your long curly hair. And I remember you always wearing birkenstocks.
One memory was how every morning at 6:00 a.m. Mrs. Reed would always be late, so she finally just gave you the keys to let us in! Yeah, we had to be on time, but she didn't!
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