oh goodness.....the memories.

Because I'm so bored I decided to write out my favorite memories. One of my favorite memories is building forts with bryan when we were little. It seems like we made giant forts that took up nearly the whole basement, it was insane!We would alway leave a little hole so that we could fall asleep in the fort watching blues clues. It was so fun, Bryan was totally one of my best friends.
Another one of my favorite memories was when we would hang on the garage and pushed the button so that it would carry us up. It was so fun.....till we broke the garage and had to buy a new one.
One person that I have a ton of memories with is Ben Wilson....or as I would call him, Benny Boy. We got married in his treehouse, ran through the sprinklers naked (we were soo little we didn't even know anything), played in his moms make-up, ran from his older brother ryan, and played house with his little sister michalea. However one of my personal favorite memories is one that I remember the most. His parents were making out in the kitchen and we were passing by to go outside. Ben didn't think anything of it and just continued on to go play on the swingset. I however was very intrigued by this. I was a little girl that thought "oh they are married so that must be a game they play. Since me and Benny are married we should do that too." So after watching them for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds, I figured out what how to kiss. I ran out to ben when he was on the swings and said to him, "Ben, we need to kiss like your mom and dad do." He didn't even take time to think about it. The answer was no and I could tell he wasn't going to change his mind. But I kept trying anyway. I begged and begged till it was time for me to go home. The next day I came over and as we were climbing up into the tree house I told Benny kissing was no fun and that we didn't need to kiss each other. As soon as I said that, he kissed me. I guess it just had to be his idea. Hahahahaha oh the joys of being a preschooler.
The day that I met Carrie Smith was a day that I'll never forget. She was selling lemonade and had only made 50 cents. However she wanted more customers so she lent me and Jen her 50 cents so that we could buy some lemonade. Haha after that Jen and Shiree were catching queen bees in the bushes and me and Carrie went inside to watch. I asked her what her name was at least 20 times, I guess that was my idea of small talk when I was 5. She then showed me her toy closet and I was in awe. that's all I could talk about for the rest of the day. That seemed like such a big closet for sooo many toys.
My last memory is of my 6th birthday. We were having my family party and right before we lit the candles I decided I needed to go to the bathroom. While I was in there my dad came to the door, knocked, and asked "Court, are you going number 1 or number 2?" I was so embarrassed thinking, "he's yelling this, that means everyone is going to hear, crap!" But for some reason I yelled back, "number 1!" I then heard my dad return to the kitchen and announce it was number 1. When I was out of the bathroom I saw people exchanging coins. Come to find out, my dad conducted a bet while I was in the bathroom about whether I was going number 1 or number 2. This is something that is expected from my dad, however it was my birthday and I was so embarrassed. now that I look back at it I laugh so hard thinking how brillient he was.
Oh the memories. I miss being young and I can't believe I'm growing up! It's insane! soon enough I will be graduated and off to college asking my roomies what they are goingm number 1 or number 2. hahaha In some ways I'll never grow up.