Pokerface

So I asked for some ideas and this one is for my sister...

”Favorite memory with me(her)” 

One of my favorite memories with my sister would be poker night.  This might sound odd to some...but there’s not a whole lot of gambling involved unless of course you consider the loss of Reese’s Pieces.

Our parents from time to time would have a large “bash” with their friends.  When this would happen we were expected to go to our rooms for the night and not come out.  We would plan a night of games...Monopoly, War, and of course poker.  I don’t even remember if we had rules.  We didn’t really know how to play we just made it up as we went along.

After we were shooed into my room, we listened as people started to arrive.  Sometimes we would sneak out when the party was in full swing and talk to some of the guests, avoiding mom and dad.  We would also sneak some of the food back to my room.  When I say “bash” I mean there were sometimes a hundred people or more inside and out of our house.  Our front yard was pretty large and it would be completely filled with cars lined in rows.  They would make T-shirts and hats for the people parking cars; it was a huge event.

The next morning when we woke up we would start cleaning.  There was lots of beer cans and other questionable items.  We would often find money on and under the tables, remnants of the games they had played. 

No one has a perfect life and I think its the memories we save and what ones we choose to delete that make up our lives...not to dwell on what was and what could have been.  Someone once said...child hood is only 18 years of your life...you have the rest of your life 70 years to become who you truly want to be.  It is in these years that we can mold and grow ourselves far beyond our childhood.

Being sequestered in a small room while loud music and partying all around us isn’t my favorite memory.  But being with my sister and a simple child’s game of poker with Reese’s Pieces is priceless to me.