Ye Old Time Story

So i messed up and commented on peoples blogs for thursday, instead of writing these, so i shall remedy that now.

Probably the most vivid memory i have as a child, especially at this time of year, is of pumpkins. all little kids love halloween. as a matter of fact, most older kids do too. but one delightfully crisp october day my father finally gave into my bambi-eyed pleas and bought us a pumpkin. however, this was no ordinary pumpkin, it weighed, my father told me i said "probably like eleventy thirty pounds." thats a lot of pounds. i perched upon my prize and mum or dad, i dont know which, snapped (as cameras still snapped then) a famous picture of me, grinning proudly atop a pumpkin weighing, roughly mind you, eleventy thirty pounds.

The same year, i also made another famous piece of family history, my clay handprint. i think of it now because it is one of my favorite art pieces. my class made them in mr. sattlers kindergarten art, carefully rolling out our clay, pressing our hands into the cold surface, then baking them in the pot-bellied kiln. when they where finished, we glazed them. for whatever reason, i glazed mine yellow. it hangs in our dining room now. it amazes me to see how much my hand has grown since i was 5.