As I'm starting to clean out the corners of our home for our (possible) move, I came across some treasured memories from my childhood.
We use to call these "Slam" Books. These types of books, often decorative spiral notebooks or school book papers stapled together, were not in any way, shape or form of slamming others. For a group of 11 year old girls, this was our way of communicating. Our own form of a yearbook. I really have to to thank my mom for holding on to this for the last twenty-five years.
I grew up in a military family. We moved and currently live in California since I was 11 but I will always remember living in Clark Air Force Base, Philippines. This is my birthplace and where my mom's family currently lives. I have such sweet memories of this sun shiny place; playing in the street, riding bikes, going into the abandoned house next door to play with the Ouiji board, running around outside with my brothers & cousins, and buying "pop" from the store down the street.
We got the news that my Dad wanted to retire in Northern CA and was to be stationed at Travis Air Force Base for a few months. I remember telling my friends and being extremely upset. I didn't want to leave these group of girls. Who wants to move when you're in the last few months of the 5th grade? Having to make new friends was hard enough.
On my last day of school (along with my autograph book) I was given my most prized possession. My very own "Slam" book filled with words of friendship, love, and acronyms that I don't even remember.
L-Y-L-A-S-S?!
Still don't know what it means. I need to remember to google this.
After reading each and every comment the idea of moving didn't seem so hard anymore.
Especially...when I got an almost good-bye from Mike C. For a shy little girl like me that comment pretty much sealed the deal. Oh, to be a 11 years old again!
I love this little slice of my life history.
