From the writing prompt SAND (a memoir meme) over at The Red Dress Club, my new fave place to hang out.
I was president of the 2nd grade student council. I had a vice president and a secretary. I had an entourage. A posse. How dare THEY decide we were moving! Didn’t we have a say in the matter because my answer would have been no.
But, it didn’t matter.
They packed up a truck while we made daisy chains with our aunt who told us boredom meant we were boring. And we weren’t allowed to be boring.
The day Elvis died, our last box was piled into the tiled living room. My mom mourned as she began to place our belongings in their final resting place.
Our new home.
“Why?” we cried, tears streaming down sad faces. Hearts breaking. Tiny fists balled tightly. Choking on our emotions. We missed our friends. We knew no one here. We were “the new kids on the block.”
We wanted to go home.
“But look. Across the street.” My mom pointed her red fingered nail out the big picture window toward a peaceful, blue lake. “That’s why.” she said proudly.
How had we not noticed that before? Were we too wrapped up in our single digit aged angst to see the future before us? A lake waving, reflecting promises of summertime fun and memories beckoning us.
My sister and I wiped our tears, sadness cast aside to begin begging. “Please Mommy. Please. Take us swimming!” Jumping up and down, arms flapping, flailing excitedly.
My mom assigned my dad to lifeguard duty.
Bathing suits found.
We piled into the Datsun 280Z, black leather bucket seats burning the backs of our legs. For once, we didn’t notice.
It was a short drive from out driveway to the private entrance to the beach. One that, after this day, we mostly walked to.
We tripped and fell out of the car, in a hurry to throw ourselves into the sand and water.
My dad manipulated the key into the hole that locked the gate, allowing only beach members in.
We hurriedly pushed our way in, past our dad.
We stood there, sinking in the grains, soaking up the sights. Gazing at a beach full of people enjoying the gorgeous end of summer weather.
Kids frolicking. We joined them.
New friends made.
The minute our toes touched sand, we knew this was home.
That’s a great memory. Parents always have reasons even if we don’t understand them.
I love The Red Dress Club too. I was actually able to participate today. I like that the memoir prompts bring things back to me that I thought I had forgotten. Well sometimes I like it.
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Gosh how that reminded me of trips to the lake in my mom’s Cougar – those seats were HOT!
Stephanie AKA The Drama Mama says
I enjoyed this!!
The only thing I suggest is in this line: “We stood there, sinking in the grains, sinking in the sights.” You say sinking in the sights and I picture you sinking into the ground underneath a towering skyscraper. I think you meant soaking in the sights here, and to be more colorful you could say something like drinking in the sights.
This is really great memory.
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Frume Sarah says
Isn’t it amazing how things can be right in front of us, yet we don’t see until our eyes are opened for us? Well written.
Bitter Betty says
I loved the Elvis refrence and the way you tied that into the line where you say your mom is putting your belongings in their final resting place. Well put!
le chef says
I remember those kind of moves .. though we only ever did it once. It’s wonderful you had a beach to go to. It’s the little things, isn’t it? 🙂
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Cheryl @ Mommypants says
The Datsun 280Z! My bff’s mother had a 240Z. We loved when she drove us around in that thing!
I loved how your heartbreak was erased so quickly by that lake. Pure magic!
Also – so glad you’ve joined in the fun at TRDC!
Single digit aged angst…love this term! So glad you found joy in your new home!
What a great place to live as a kid!
I had an aunt who told me the same thing about being bored…..and then she made me help her clean her kitchen.
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Galit Breen says
I adore this post! ADORE!
I know this story well- we moved A LOT when I was little!
Your ending: “Kids frolicking. We joined them. Homesickness forgotten. New friends made.The minute our toes touched sand, we knew this was home.” gives me everything that I need to know in so few words. Perfection.
great response to the prompt! i loved the emotional details and the sense of relief at the end!
I appreciate your ability to convey a lot of information very clearly using few words. For example, the death of Elvis and the word Datsun. I am right there with you!
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Mama Kat says
What I would have given for a place like that growing up!! Great story. 🙂