It’s time for another installment of Meghan’s Musings, where I ask the questions… and then I answer them.
If you had to pick ONE “happy place” from your childhood, where would be the one you would like to spend time in again?
Tough question, Meghan. Admittedly, I had to skip this one because I remembered so many wonderful moments of my childhood that I couldn’t pick just one. Cliched, I know.
I can pick somewhere in Huntington: going to Magic Makers, riding in the 4 Runner along I-64 wanting to catch a glimpse of Camden Park, or the dirt pile at daycare.
I can pick somewhere in Williamson: the baseball field, the church parking lot where my friends and I rode our bikes or rollerbladed hours on end, the climbing tree in Mary K’s front yard, or the Williamson football field on a crisp Friday night.
But my choice is in Huntington some time in the 1980’s. My room at my Mom & Dad’s apartment was only limited by my imagination, which had no upward barrier.
I was a member of NKOTB putting on a concert on my bed–I used my t-ball stand and a foam bat, a Crayola magic marker secured with my shoestring to make my microphone stand.
I was a NASCAR driver in my pillow car, baseball helmet, and Crayola marker microphone.
I was a fighter pilot.
I was a bus driver.
My Lego creations belonged in museums.
And I even had a Nintendo.
That’s where I want to go. I want to go back to my room, where my only trouble was not being able to find the head to my Lego man. That was my happy place.
How do you like your eggs?
This question is an easy one. I like my eggs over medium on a toast sandwich with lots of bacon and either mustard or blackberry jam… depends on how I’m feeling that day.
Considering just the basics, though, I am a poached fan. Yum!
What’s your favorite scar?
I’ve got plenty to choose from. My final four:
- Corner of my left eye (revenge of the stage coach jungle gym).
- Left knee (sliced open during a basketball game).
- Right inside ankle (no clue).
- Left bicep (straightener burn!).
The winner is my left knee. I sometime forget it is there, but no matter how many times I scrape my knee (running, CrossFit, being unable to clip out of my bike pedal) that linear scar from the stitches still remains visible.
Does your car have a name?
Absolutely! My lovely Subaru Outback is named Ricardo. Roll the “R”, of course.
I’ve had 3 other cars, and they all have names: Bubba (Honda Civic), Princess (2011 Kia Optima), and Trouble (2013 Kia Optima).
Thanks for joining me for Part 2 of Meghan’s Musings. Alright, so now it’s your turn. Pick one of the 4 above questions and answer them in the comments! Can’t wait to see what you have to say. 😀
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