Sunday Mornings

From MemoryArchive

Who: Leann Tunget
What: Childhood Memory
When: 1999
Where: My house

ADD YOUR MEMOIR HERE. I woke up suddenly to my alarm clock buzzing. I just wanted ten more minutes but that did not mean that I was ever going to get it. My sister was already up and getting ready. I on the other hand just laid there. My mom came into the room with a loud voice she insisted me to get up and get ready because dad was waiting and she had fixed us breakfast. So slowly I crawled out of bed and got dressed. I then walked into the kitchen and a delicious smell filled the room. It was the smell of my dad’s French toast, yum. I happily plopped down next to my very excited sister. It was a Sunday morning, which to me was the best day of the week. Mom and dad both did not have to work so we all got to spend time together. My mom served us breakfast and sat down to begin eating herself. My dad was reading the Sunday paper and cutting out coupons. My parents were big fans of coupons because they loved to save money. We were not poor but we were not wealthy. We were happily in the middle and I would not have changed that for the world. I then remembered that today we were going fishing! I then shared in Ashley’s excitement. My mom was not a fan of fishing and usually stayed home when we went out. I enjoyed the quality time with my family more than anything. The week was always so long and I waited for the time that I got to spend with them. He finished up his breakfast and went to the garage to get the tackle box and fishing poles. I had a tweedy bird fishing pole that I was pretty proud of. My dad had bought it just for me. I quickly ate my breakfast, so that I could meet him outside. As soon as I finished I jumped up, cleaned off my plate and kissed my mom goodbye. I then got into my dad’s car and sat down right next to Ashley. My dad had an old, blue Ford Escort. It had a musty smell to it, just like his work. I watched my parents say goodbye and my dad then sat down in the driver’s seat, turned on the car and then the radio. The drive never seemed to take long because Ashley and I would chatter about everything imaginable until we arrived. Sometimes we played games to entertain ourselves and my dad would just laugh at our silliness. We arrived; my dad unloaded the car and then found us a place to begin fishing. I used my tweedy pool and only caught one fish but that was enough for me. My dad on the other hand caught so many that I lost count. That’s usually how it went. I looked up to him so much more than he knew and loved to spend time with him. We decided to walk the paths. The rocks towered over me. My dad’s stride was always so much faster than mine or any other person I knew but I tried with all my might to keep up. Ashley was little so my dad put her on his shoulder. I held his massive hand. He was tall but to me he was almost as big as a giant, just like the ones I heard about in my stories. It was about time to start heading home. Dad packed up our stuff and buckled us into the car. When we arrived home my mom was happy to see us but her nose went funny when she smelt us. She said we smelt just like the outdoors. I did not smell a thing. We all then sat down and began to watch TV. I loved the scene that I was currently part of. My parents were such loving people and during this day I realized that they were who I inspired to be. I sure did love Sunday mornings.