A String, a Box, and a Stick

I guess I'm just determined to blog at crazy times.  It's actually currently 1:30 in the morning.  I don't know why, but I can't sleep.  Thank goodness I don't have class until 12:20 tomorrow.
(Sidenote: In case you're keeping updated on my valentine's day balloon, it is most definitely still afloat.  I had to take it down and hide it in my closet drawer because we had fire inspections last week, but it is now back in its proper place, on the ceiling.  Over 3 weeks!)
I've had to interview the sisters in Sigma Alpha over these past two weeks and have a bunch to interview yet, but one of the questions I ask them is "What is one of your favorite childhood memories/traditions/stories?"  Boy, do they have some good stories to tell.  Between painful stories or funny stories or just some great traditions, I find myself thinking back to when I was younger.  It's funny how the painful and scary stories are the ones you remember most.  Whether its the teeth-knocking that happened to Abby or the night our family got stranded in the ice storm, those kinds of memories stick with you.
All painful stories aside, some of my fondest moments I had as a kid were in the barn (and most with Tiffany).  Dad would build us forts out of hay bales in the big pens in the barn and we would crawl through them to our hearts' contents.  We would race our bikes through the barn or beg Dad to race us down the floor in our plastic car-thing, or we would put our bunny in the old stroller and push him around like a baby (*sigh, poor little guy).  We would draw pictures or pretend to play vet or even try to rig a box-and-stick outside in the barnyard to try and catch birds.
I hate to sound all adult-like when I say anything about the kind of imagination kids had "back then" (I barely feel qualified to use the phrase "back then") but we could keep occupied for a day with a string, a box, and a stick.  That simple.  I know it all sounds silly, but, depending on who it is reading this blog, I'm sure you have the same kind of silly memories.  Truth is, those are the best.

P.S. Have you ever tried to catch a bird with a string, a box, and a stick? It's not as easy as it looks...