Yesterday we had a chance to go home to Arkansas and spend time with our mothers on their special day. I know not everyone grew up in a loving household and I know not everyone’s mother is still around to love on.
Do you remember your childhood room? Do you remember what it looked like and how it was “decorated?”
My room growing up was pretty cool. For my 10th birthday, my mom gave me a room makeover. That was right around the time I decided basketball was my passion and my dream/goal was to get a Div. I basketball scholarship. Growing up in Arkansas and being a basketball fanatic meant that the Razorbacks were like gods! I remember going to the games with my dad. We didn’t have tickets, so we would go and walk around the outside of the arena with 2 fingers up (signaling that we would like to buy two tickets). Many of the snapshots that I remember from my young years have to do with basketball. The first time I saw Michael Jordan for example I was 4. I was in our living room laying on the carpet with my dad watching the bulls. And then I saw Michael take off and dunk the ball with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. There is no reason I should remember that, but I think it is so interesting that I do. Obviously, there was something about the sport that really drew me in.