As the new year ticks in, I made a list of a few things that I want to see happen in 2025. One of those things was I wanted to start writing more. I really always did good in writing all the way through school, but as I traversed from school to college to the working world, I find that I don’t get to write ‘just because’ anymore. So, I picked up this book from Amazon, and it has a great list of 500 writing prompts for journaling. I am doing another scripted journal from Ink and Volt that will be handwritten only, but I wanted to do some electronic writing too! So, I flipped through and picked out as my first one as my favorite memory!

Its an image that is seared in my head forever. When I think of memories it always comes first. I am five years old, and I am living in rural Wyoming(because there is no urban Wyoming). I lived at 6100 feet, and many homes in my neighborhood backed up to a mountain with trails. We had a childhood where I could come and go as I pleased, and never worried about our safety(except by our own hands). I loved Big Wheels. I mean I REALLY REALLY loved Big Wheels. Nothing was more fun than just ripping down the hill and sliding into my driveway, so much so, that I wore out the big wheels on a pretty regular basis. I had a great mom and dad who let me play to my delight, and dad who would scour the city dumps nearby to find me replacement wheels. Mine was red, blue, and yellow, and was basic, but for Christmas, I got the sweet GI Joe Big Wheel. It was the next spring, and the first sign of heat was just starting across the Wyoming prairie. I was in my driveway, and I was wearing a Popeye tanktop (I love Popeye too) and just remember drinking Kool Aid and getting a sunburn. I will always remember that day, and exactly where I was and what I was doing. It’s made such and impact, that I was so thankful when my youngest Carson took to the big wheel like he’s always owned one.