And I'm a slacker for not having played over the previous couple weeks. But, here's my answers for this week.
1) What is your favorite color?
I'm partial to green as a favorite color, especially on cars and trucks and miniskirts on red-headed women.
2) Of all the items on the following list:
Raindrops on roses
Whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles
Warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
Cream colored ponies
Crisp apple strudels
Schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes
Silver white winters that melt into spring
My favorite item from this list? Whiskers on kittens, I suppose. I do love kittens and their trusting demeanor and unquenchable curiosity.
My least favorite item? Cream colored ponies! Ponies are ill-tempered, too big to let in the house and too small to saddle and ride. You can't litter train them and they don't look cute chasing a bright feather on a string like a kitten.
3) What are three of your favorite memories from childhood?
Hmm, Terry was right, this does get harder… I always loved going to my grandparent's homes, Grandma Kate & Grampa Harry's house in Ohio and Grandma & Grandpa Manning's house in Michigan. I especially loved going during Christmas. Grandpa & Grandma Manning always seemed to have the biggest tree that just filled up their living room and there was always presents under the tree for each of us grandkids- my brothers and cousins that I only got to play with a couple times each year. Grandma Kate ran a pharmacy and always had a stack of the latest cartoons for us to read when we went for visits. She also had those stamped aluminum drinking cups with the flared lip and bright red, blue and green anodized colors. I always liked those cups.
My first slot car track was one of my favorite toys and a favorite memory. It was a Strombecker 1/32 scale set and my Dad built a permanent setup for the track that could be put against the wall when not in use. But it stayed down and played with for many, many hours. Some of those slot cars are still in a box in my basement!
My Dad used to take me to the gun shows on Sunday afternoons and the Hot Rod shows in the coliseum each year. It was always fun to go do something, just the two of us and I loved looking at all the neat hardware, no matter what type it was.