I have to run to the store for a couple things to fix for the potluck tonight, and I don't have time for a full post right now. I'm going to leave you with this little memory teaser.
The Christmas when I was eight my brother and I each got bikes. They were the best possible of the day, and we were thrilled! In that day, "the best" didn't mean the streamlined, lightweight conveyances of today, but heavy duty bikes with all the "fixin's." There was a "seat" platform on the back for passengers, a basket on the front, a bell-horn, a speedometer, tassles hanging from the hand grips, full fenders to protect us from splatters, and the cross bars were filled in with a metal "body," so to speak. They were very heavy, but they were the thing to have! One of the best Christmas gifts ever!
After all the gifts were opened, we took them outside for our first ride. Mom said just around the block and then home for breakfast. We lived in a little town in Colorado called Salida, which sits in a high valley, surrounded by mountain peaks. The valley itself is something over 7000 feet, and we had snow or rain a few days earlier, so at that early hour it was cold, ice was present in some places on the street. My brother is several years older than I, and of course, he wanted to race and beat me home. I took the bait and almost kept up with him, but on the last corner I hit some of that ice. I suppose I was watching Rus rather than the road, and I went ka-boom! I was mad that he "made me" fall down, worried about my new bike being scratched. And, of course, my dignity was bruised!
So on that one day, I had my "best ever Christmas" memory and my "worst Christmas memory" all in one fell swoop!
Now, I'm off to the market. While I'm gone ... what is your best and/or worst Christmas (or Chanukkah) memory?