Comments on: Magical Memories from Back in the Day

By: If I Could Get a Word In—My Family Would Understand - Author Maureen L. Bonatch

If I Could Get a Word In—My Family Would Understand - Author Maureen L. Bonatch — Fri, 09 Mar 2018 08:13:16 +0000

[…] My family likes to talk…a lot. And when they talk, they like to talk very loud. And all at once. So if you have something to say, you’d better start talking fast, and over the other person who might interrupt you to insert their two cents, or a totally different topic. […]

By: Helen Henderson

Helen Henderson — Sun, 11 Jun 2017 01:19:58 +0000

In reply to peggy jaeger. I agree. They talk about the lost of childhood innocence. I think we forget the magic. Thanks for reminding us. Maybe next time I'm up north I'll go hunt for sharks teeth at the local park. Our version of fossil hunting, unless we're walking freshly plowed farm fields looking for native american projectile points.

By: Robin Michaela

Robin Michaela — Wed, 31 May 2017 00:26:27 +0000

I always wondered how Santa got our presents to us, too. I grew up in South Florida with no chimney and no snow, yet he came every year. I remember looking out a window one Christmas Eve and seeing red and green lights in the sky and being excited that Santa was coming (I know now it was an airplane!). It’s sad that we lose that ability to see things in that simple, childlike way when we grow up. I’m glad you haven’t lost your capacity to find the magic in everyday things.

By: Cathy Brockman

Cathy Brockman — Sun, 28 May 2017 19:58:32 +0000

I loved your memories and search for magic dont ever stop!’

By: Ed Hoornaert

Ed Hoornaert — Sat, 27 May 2017 03:12:23 +0000

I absolutely love this line: “all the little ways I was looking for the magic in the everyday.” By being an author, you’re still trying to do this, aren’t you?

I also liked the mention of hoping to find a dinosaur in fossils, because as a (young) adult we lived near a fossil bed. I loved it. I wanted to find an animal fossil, but all I ever came across were fossilized leaves and twigs.

By: Linda McLaughlin

Linda McLaughlin — Fri, 26 May 2017 22:26:54 +0000

Ah, to see the world through the eyes of a child again… Magical, indeed. Great post.

By: Alina K. Field

Alina K. Field — Fri, 26 May 2017 19:09:28 +0000

Lovely post, and I agree, the early years of childhood were much better than high school.

By: Ellie Mack

Ellie Mack — Fri, 26 May 2017 18:11:33 +0000

Like Peter Pan, you have reminded of the joy and magic of childhood. I was an inquisitive child, asking questions of everything around me. Sadly, when you have the answers, some of the magic is gone. Thanks for the reminder to allow some of the mystery to remain – maybe we don’t need all of the answers to everything. This came at a time when I am sitting here asking a million questions and maybe I just need to chill.

By: Maureen L. Bonatch

Maureen L. Bonatch — Fri, 26 May 2017 16:26:45 +0000

When people say how high school was the best years of their life, I always disagree. I think the years of childhood (maybe up to age 10-11) were the very best years. So much magic! (and so much less responsibility) Thank you for visiting ladies!

By: Meka James

Meka James — Fri, 26 May 2017 16:15:04 +0000

The beauty and wonder of childhood. It’s amazing to know that part of wonder and fascination with life didn’t leave you and lead you to the path you’re on now.