Monday, January 17, 2011

Dag 17 – Mitt favoritminne (my favourite memory)

As with many other things in this list, there are just too many things to choose from. To write about. And who knows, maybe one day I'll write them all down. Maybe.

I'll tell you about 2.

When I was 15 I got to take some friends down to our summer house in the south of Sweden. We spent a week there, on our own, pretending to be grown up and playing. I'm surprised none of the neighbours complained about us! Lots of memories from that week: one girl sitting by the sea for most of the week with her headphones in; one girl being lifted over a barb wire fence to fetch a ball that had gone into the field (yeah - you can guess how that one went!); the boys kicking each other's bikes over constantly and as violently as they could; the boys 'pantsing' each other at every opportunity; my friends wanting to buy alcohol (despite the shop keepers knowing me and knowing full well how old I was!) and picking up some mixers thinking they actually contained alcohol; having pizza at least 3 nights in a row; losing a bike and swimming in the sea at night...

The second one is less manic but higher on the list. It's a simple one - dinner on a beach, 2 metres (if that) from the waves and with almost pitch black surroundings. Shakira's Hips don't lie was playing everywhere that summer and we still don't know what we were eating; but we think it might have been balls. It was lovely.


Joanna said...

How about putting a road sign at the top of the flag pole of the local school? Carving "RUTT RULES" into the tree right behind the summer house? Getting into a fight with some teenagers on the town square? I'm surprised they even let you out of the house!

She was only fifteen years old! *voice cracking*

Julia said...

I don't remember any of those things! You must have made them all up..

(it wasn't a fight, we were just being cool and showing off about being from Stockholm...)