I fell upon a blog site about 6 months ago that has changed my perspective on many things! Marc and Angel Hack Life! They are brilliant in their questions. Never telling you anything really but asking you questions that help you tell yourself what you already  know.

I decided that I would start my blog by answering one of these questions (there are millions) and I will keep going until I find something better to write about. =]

What is your happiest childhood memory?  What makes it so special?

I chose this question first because as soon as I read it I knew exactly what that memory was. It’s a strange memory but one of my favorites.

My happiest childhood memory is of my mom and I walking down the grass median on Gratiot in Detroit on my way to or from preschool (I’m going to say home from because I remember it being warm) and singing the theme song to Sesame Street. “Sunny days, sweepin’ the clouds away. On our way to where the air is sweet!…” I can still sing the whole song from memory. I can not quite explain why this is something that has stuck in my head all this time. (I’m sooo old now!)

It’s fun to pick this memory apart though: For those of you who have never been to Detroit, Gratiot is a main highway that runs through the entire Detroit metro area. 3 or 4 lanes going each direction and a very wide grass median separating the directions. The preschool I went to was in a little church with stained glass windows and a nice little old lady in the front office. I don’t remember my teachers name but I do remember that there were only 6 of us in class. 3 girls and 3 boys. And I had a terrible crush on one of the boys whose name was Brandon. And I also remember that one of the other boys’ names was Ernie. Which even at the age of 5 I thought was odd.   The part of this memory that I find so funny is that we were walking down the median and singing and I recall it being so full of trees and pleasant kind of like a park. But it was a major highway!

The church was not far from where we lived (I can imagine that it has been knocked down by now). And I remember that we had a car; a 70′s yellow rusted monte carlo. So I am not sure why we were walking.

The thing I love about this memory is that singing is something that my mom and I did often. I am not sure that there is a reason deeper than she loves to sing. But many of my memories involve us singing but as far as I can dig back this is my first. And even though I was barely 5 I can still see it like its just happened. It was a time in my world where I wasn’t aware of all of the negativity I was surrounded by. And I had no idea what was ahead for me in my life. I wasn’t yet aware of my neurosis and what I would have to overcome. I still sing all the time and its a calming act for me. Maybe that is why mom sang with me so often. Who knows!

Please feel free to share your memories with me. I’d love to hear!

A dear friend, Michelle, shared a link to a map of exactly where my memory stems from. Its not as beautiful as I remember! =]

Google Maps Link