This shirt

Last week I found this shirt in a tote in our garage, so I posted this picture on social media:

It got me thinking about what I remember about the little shirt.

I can vaguely remember getting these pictures taken at the main room at Kids Klub, the daycare/preschool my mom worked at. My mom says I was three when it was taken.

I remember wearing this shirt at my grandparents' old house and someone commenting on it.

In fourth grade, we had to bring pictures of ourselves as babies and guess whose was whose. I took one of the pictures from this photo shoot, while most of my classmates brought actual baby pictures, and I was disappointed that everyone recognized me. (One boy in one of the other classes brought a picture of himself in the tub, so the teacher had to put up a sticker that said "No peeking.")

Then in fifth grade, I obviously could no longer wear the shirt, so I remember discussing making it into a quilt. But now I don't want it as a quilt, because that could destroy it, and the tiny shirt is adorable for its size.

Now I have to decide what to do with it, because I feel bad just putting it back in a tote in the garage.

(In case you couldn't tell, this post was made just so that I wouldn't miss posting this week.)

Childhood imaginings

When I was a kid, like most kids, I liked to imagine things. So I'm going to remember the things I imagined when I was five and younger.

When I was a very small kid, my dad would put me in a backpack and go jogging with me. (I know, right?!) I remember hearing birds (I don't know what kind) and I imagined they were saying, "Big Bird!" (I was a Sesame Street watcher.)

I also remember sitting in my bedroom, hearing the train at the bottom of the hill, looking at my toys. I had a package of Pull-Ups in my room, and I imagined going in the picture on the package and playing with the kids. (I think I liked the idea of not wearing any pants.)

One of my bath toys was a little man who could sit in a little boat. I think this was it:For some reason, I got this image of the man with a string through him, and I imagined him going back and forth along the string. I have no idea where I got that image, but I liked to run back and forth down the hall, imagining I was the man on a string.

Our side and backyard have some interesting structures made with rocks. Our patio has seats made of rocks, and our backyard has four rock steps that lead to a higher level of the yard. I liked to pretend that the yard was my house, and my house was upside down, because you went up the steps to go to my downstairs.

We have a rowing machine that had a black rectangular pad on it. It was covered with specks of white, so I imagined the specks were stars and it was a TV screen showing The Jetsons. And then since I imagined it was showing that show, I then imagined it showing other shows too, and I imagined I had lots of tapes of different shows I could watch, including the Vicki talk show I used to watch with my sister.

I remember being in the living room and seeing the sun shine on the specks of dust in the air. I imagined they were snowflakes and I was out in the snow.

We had a large black umbrella, and I liked to get it out of the closet, open it up, place it in the sun in the window, and pretend I was at the beach. 

There is one incident of imagining that I don't really remember. I do remember sitting in the living room and seeing the pillows on our couch. But I don't remember doing what I did after that. Apparently, I was pretending I was baking cakes, and I imagined the pillows were cakes. So what do you do with cakes? You put them in the oven. So that's what I did. And then later my mom came and started the oven, not knowing that I had been "baking."