My Childhood in Minnesota

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a personal essay about my childhood memories in Minnesota. In this, I share some of my favorite and most cherished stories as a girl. I'm sure many can relate to some of the funny and heart warming experiences. I hope this puts a smile on each reader's face.

My Childhood in Minnesota

By Allissa Zimmerman

 

Some of my most cherished memories are those of my childhood in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Though I was very young at the time, I remember them well. I remember our little brown house, with the wide staircase in front and the basketball hoop in the driveway. I remember long cold winters and the mosquitoes’ attraction to my sweet skin in the summer. But the most precious of memories are the ones which bring a smile on my face and fill my heart with a warmth and longing to go back to those innocent careless years.

  Though, I could and perhaps someday will write a book about those years, I will only write now about my favorite and most memorable times that I will always hold dear.

  Our neighborhood didn’t have any little girls besides me, and my baby sister was not yet born, so I was stuck with playing with my brother and his friends. We often would play Star Wars outside. Since I was the only girl, I played the part of Princess Leia. Quite often, in fact now that I think about it, almost every time we played Star Wars, I was captured and put in a dungeon, which happened to be our white station wagon. And instead of being rescued by Luke or Han Solo, I usually was left there and forgotten. I didn’t mind, since I could easily let myself out. But usually I just sat there and sang songs or made up stories.

  One day, I was sitting in my little dungeon day dreaming up a storm, when my mom opened the door and buckled herself in. I was unsure of whether I should let her know I was in there. I didn’t want to startle her, and I was already so comfortable lying on the floor, so I stayed silent. After a while she parked at the library, and I figured it was probably time to inform her she had a stowaway. For some odd reason, I decided the best way to announce presence was to jump up and say “Boo!” Poor Mom. Between me and my brother, I’m surprised she survived those days without having a mental breakdown.

  Some of my other favorite memories took place in our church, Liberty Baptist. It was held in a school building, but at the time I only thought of the building as a church-my church. I loved singing time before Sunday school. My dad often led the songs and I was so proud of him as he would teach us the hand motions to ‘Who’s the King of the Jungle’.

Children’s church was the best. My friend Kristi and I were considered as the two cute, quiet, little angels, and my brother quite the opposite. I lost count of all the times he got scolded or sent to my parents. We could barely get through one song of Father Abraham without Caleb and his friends, John and Jonathon swinging their arms and legs dramatically around the entire room, sometimes knocking over chairs in the process.

  Yes, Caleb was quite something as a boy. I’ve never known anyone with so much energy. Mom would actually make him go outside and run five laps around the house. He was such a naughty, mischievous thing often ‘causing’ me to fuss and hit. And I couldn’t believe it when I got in trouble for whining.

  But besides his obnoxiousness, we did have quite fun together. I remember every time my mom cleaned the house, she turned on the Little Women soundtrack. There is one very fast song that we always danced to, trying to imitate Lorrie and Jo. We’d trot around the house until completely out of breath.

  Another fun game we’d play was invented by Caleb. One of us would have to be blindfolded (yes I usually had the pleasure) and the other would guide that person around the house very ungracefully then eventually suddenly throw their captive onto a couch or bed, then yell out, “Mrs. Bump!” I honestly have no idea who came up with the title, or why the game was so much fun, but we could spend hours being pushed onto couches or beds. We must have been very easily amused.

  When we were young, my parents threw very big and creative birthday parties for us. Out of all them, the best and biggest, was my fifth birthday. I remember it well. My mom was pregnant with my sister at the time and I don’t know how she had so much energy to go to all the work she did. It was a carnival themed party. Thankfully we had very close friendships with families from our church who volunteered to help out. Our backyard that day was turned into a genuine carnival. Yes, we had face painting, ring and beanbag tosses, yummy treats, you name it. We even moved my neighbor’s boat to our yard and got to go aboard and fish for goodies. How I wish I could go back and truly grasp the love shown by those who made that special day possible.

  Probably my favorite family tradition we had in Minnesota, that I someday want to pass down to my own children, was car drills. They happened randomly and unexpectedly, and oh, how I loved them! A few minutes after we were put to bed, a whistle would be blown. Both Caleb and I would hop out of bed as Mom and Dad ran into our rooms yelling, “Car drill!” We would be led out into the car in our pajamas with bags of popcorn, then drive around downtown and enjoy the city lights.

  Moving to Omaha Nebraska was bitter sweet. We’d be meeting new people, going to a different church, and living in a state known for their corn instead of lakes. And though I have loved the sixteen years we’ve lived here, the Minnesota days will always be a part of me.


Submitted: July 01, 2014

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peacemaker06

it sounds like you had a wonderful childhood, filled with love, imagination and loads of memorable moments that you will cherish always. Thanks ClassyLissa, i thoroughly enjoyed the read ")

Tue, July 1st, 2014 3:23am

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