When I was Young – Childhood Memories – #MFRWauthor

Greetings and welcome to Week 2 of the 2018 #MFRWauthor 52-week Blog Challenge. Today’s topic prompt is about childhood memories, specifically my earliest memory.

www.robinmichaela.comBefore I go any further, though, I want to tell everyone who followed me last year and read about my marathon training and listened to me whine about it, ad infinitum…I DID IT!

Last Sunday, my son-in-law and I (and my daughter, who was our cheerleader) got on a Disney World bus at the ungodly hour of 3:00 a.m., waited for the 5:30 a.m. race start outside in freezing 41 degree weather (with 8 – 10 mph winds), and then ran 26.2 miles to become marathoners!

It took Geoff 6:22 hours and me 6:33 hours. Not the fastest time, but well under the 7:00 time limit.

Would I do it again? Nope! But it was a neat course (we ran through all five of the Disney parks) and now I can officially say I’m part of the 0.5% of people who have run a marathon. I’m also part of the Masters division (over age 40) for females. My demographic makes up just 5% of all marathoners,  so I’m particularly proud that I came in only 11 minutes behind my son-in-law, who is nearly a foot taller (which gives him a longer stride length) and 22 years younger than me.


Okay, back to your regularly scheduled program and the reason you showed up today: my earliest childhood memories. I’ve been thinking about this all week and I’ve got two that are both from around age 4.5 years old.

JFK_limousineThe first is of John F. Kennedy’s assassination on November 22, 1963. Okay, this is a weird thing for a four-year-old to remember, but (a) everyone was stunned and crying about it for days, so it made an impression and (b) the news coverage interrupted my tv shows. I was used to watching the Mickey Mouse Club, Bozo the Clown, etc and I couldn’t for awhile, so I wasn’t happy about it.

My other memory was of seeing the Northern Lights. We lived in the Chicago area for


From Wikipedia, photo by Kristian Pikner

a few years and I remember my parents taking me outside one night, my dad lifting me up onto his shoulders, and watching the Northern Lights.

They thought it was cool, I thought it was spooky and closed my eyes after a minute, refusing to look. To see the lights moving and shimmering made me think that some huge beings were running around shining those lights up at the sky. I specifically remember thinking they were aliens (I was four and watched My Favorite Martian on tv!).

Nowadays, I’d love to see the Lights. We’ve even talked about making a trip to Iceland or Norway to see them. Lol, I wasted a golden opportunity back then.

What’s your earliest memory? How old were you? Leave a comment below, then click here to see what early childhood memories the other authors on the hop remember. See you next week!

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17 thoughts on “When I was Young – Childhood Memories – #MFRWauthor

  1. Cathy Brockman says:

    Congratulations on the Marathon! That’s an amazing feat! I was only 22 months old when JFK was assassinated and don’t remember it. I think it happened the year my sister was born. I would love to see the northern lights but i think I would find them spooky even now lOL

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