Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
(N)O Christmas Tree
It was 1993 and I was entering my freshman year of high school and turning 14 years old. I was just as scared to go to high school as I was to go to middle school. I wanted my mom to walk me to my home room again, but she refused. School ended up being alright, just as it always is. I don’t remember getting too nervous about the first day again after 9th grade. Maybe I finally learned my lesson. There are many stories that I could tell you about this year, most of them involving my best friends Kelly, Kendra, and Thadina. But I’m still feeling a little Christmas-y so I thought I’d go with a Christmas story. It’s short, but sweet.
My grandparents moved to FL sometime after I started school and we had been down to visit them every summer since then. Most Thanksgivings we’d meet them in North Carolina where we’d celebrate the holiday with other relatives. But we hadn’t spent a Christmas together since they moved away. In 1993 we were going to Orlando to spend Christmas with my grandparents.
The truth is, that I can’t tell you much about this trip. I don’t remember if we drove or flew (my guess is drove, since we rarely ever flew), I don’t remember what we did while we were down there or what gifts I got (except for one). I remember that I didn’t like the warm weather and palm trees. It was fine for summer but weird for Christmas (I’m from Pennsylvania). I remember that the FL residents were wearing sweaters while we were wearing shorts (um, it’s hot here people). I remember that my grandparents gave me a Bible that I used all throughout high school. I’d still have it now but I lent it to a teenage girl that I was mentoring a few years ago and never got it back.
We didn’t get a Christmas tree that year since we were going to be out of town. I suppose it would’ve been a waste of money and would’ve died while we were gone. Still, it made my sister and I a little glum that there were no decorations in the house. The morning that we were going to leave on our trip our mom called us downstairs. We stumbled downstairs in the dark to find that mom had taken a string of colored Christmas lights and formed them into the shape of a Christmas tree and taped it to the fireplace. We had a Christmas tree :)! My sister and I thought that it was the coolest thing ever. I sure wish we had a picture of it. I don’t remember anything else about that Christmas, but I’ll never forget that little Christmas tree made of lights.
My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension
My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork
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