Those good ol' days

I hate being sick. hate it hate it hate it.

I've had a headache, nausea, congestion and dizziness this week. And I thought I was over it yesterday when I went to a ward party and played in the snow. That would be a NO. It came all back. 

I feel terrible. I hate being sick. Summer come back already!!

Speaking of summer, as I was laying in my pathetic, sneezy, achy stupor this morning, a memory came to me. 

It was when I lived in Arizona and I was in the 2nd grade. I lived in this one story house with my mom and sister and we lived in this cul-de-sac {pretty sure that's NOT how you spell it, but forgive me. I'm sick}. We had this HUGE tree in our yard and you could climb and climb and you felt on top of the world. 

I remember racing my bike home from school in my shorts and sneakers, ready to play with my neighborhood friends. {You see, it's always good weather to be outside in AZ}

We'd bust out the chalk and draw streets and roads and stop signs all over our cul-de-sac and when we were satisfied with our work, we'd ride our bikes along our "roads".

I remember asking my mom if we could have popsicles that were in our garage freezer. She said yes, but only one each. But we were sneaky, mischievous kids and we had about 3 each.

I remember sucking on those popsicles and the juice running down my elbows, and try as I might, my fingers would always become sticky. 

Then we would climb my tree and ride our bikes some more. We always hated when the sun began to go down cause that meant our world was ending for the day. And we didn't want it to. We wanted it to last forever and ever.