The summer sound Holly neglected to mention was the hum of the box
fans Dad installed in our windows. The day he installed those was as exciting
as Christmas to me. It meant summer and no more school! Of course, we all
think of the grandfather clock and cuckoo clock as sounds not only of childhood,
but of home. My favorite childhood sound, though, had to be the trio of snoring
I heard in the neighboring bedroom--Mom, Dad, and B.J. all snoring together. I
miss that dog. She was beautiful.
-Heidi
-Heidi
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Hmmmmm. She misses the beautiful dog, but no mention of Mom and Dad being missed. Hmmmmmm.
Beautiful is not exactly the word I would use for that dog.
Amy said it, not me (but I was definitely thinking something very similar and less polite!).
She was beautiful. And don't worry, Dad. I miss you guys plenty, but luckily you aren't quite as far away as B.J.
What wasn't beautiful about her? I think she was beautiful!
I think it's pretty funny, and ironic, that both Heidi and I recall "snoring" coming from Mom & Dad's room as one of our childhood memories. Even with 12 years between our experiences, I guess some things just don't change that much!
Okay Jeny: fat, wrinkly, smelly, snoring, farting, arthritic mess... wait - I think I just described myself. Disregard that! She was ABSOLUTELY beautiful!!
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