I am supposed to write about some vacation memories today. I was really excited about doing it too. I kept imagining that I would uncover some hilarious vacation photos of me from when I was a kid. I would have giant 80’s hair and ice cream all over my face. Maybe I would be wearing some crazy outfit and posing in front of one statue or another.
I started looking through my old photo albums and I started to realize I didn’t have any vacation photos. At first I thought the absence of photos was likely a result of being a child and that my mom probably had all of those photos. I mean, really, digital cameras didn’t even exist back then. At least my family didn’t own one. Cameras were for adults.
However, After a few minutes of contemplation and my inability to remember going on vacation I realized we never went on actual vacations when I was a kid. All of our vacations consisted of visiting one family member or another. We never went to Disney World or National Parks or anything like that. At least not any that come to mind. I did go to Washington DC when I visited my Grandma and I did go to New York City with my high school class a few times. I mean I went places, they just weren’t really vacations in the traditional sense.
So, instead of writing about my vacation memories I am just going to show you a few pictures of my slightly hilarious photo albums. When I was a kid I didn’t have a lot of photos to put into my photo albums so I cut out pictures of cute puppy dogs, unicorns and porcelain bears from my mothers magazines. I also put my treasures into them. My treasures included my cabbage patch kids birth certificate, my garbage pail kids collection and any scrap of memorabilia I could get my hands on. I even saved other people’s memorabilia. I wish I was kidding, but I have playbills and ticket stubs to things I never even attended. I was that committed to keeping track of events that went on around me. I was so committed I stole other people’s memories and encapsulated them into my photo album memory book.
Apparently, vacation memories are for other people. Still, I wouldn’t trade my Michael Jackson cards, my birthday card collection or my wedding matchbook collection (matchbooks from weddings I never even attended) for anything. Not even a glossy, Disney filled memory to call my own.
This is all part of Quirky Chrissy’s brain child “Monday Memories” so pop on over to her blog and read all about what it is like to go on a real vacation: Quirky Chrissy: Vacation Memories.