On this day in history...

So lately during my runs, just to occupy my mind I play "on this day in history" ...only I can only really do it with the history of my own life, having very little knowledge of historical events according to date.

This time of year it's pretty easy, because around this week in any given year from age 5 to age 21, I was preparing for a new school year. So for example, I've been trying to pinpoint what I did during the summer before ninth grade (geez, that was TEN years ago) to give me an idea of what I did on August 27th, 2000, and then that leads me to remember what major events occured during ninth grade; who took me to what dance, what sort of crazy antics my friends and I got into... and it's so hard to remember! It's easier to remember my junior and senior years of high school. But all four years of college sort of all blend together in one mass. It's like, if my college memories were dinner, they'd be a big clump of spaghetti noodles that you forgot to stir while the water was boiling, so now they're just a tangled lump of moist, soft goo that you can't really seperate. I don't know how it happened... I guess I just wasn't stirring the pot enough during college.

I wonder what I'll remember of this time in my life in a decade?

Anyway, on this day in history in, say, 2001, I was about to start my sophomore year of high school. I was probably sad that I wasn't at one of my 4 camps anymore-- 2 sessions at Chanco, one week at field hockey camp, and one week at cheerleading camp. I hadn't yet entered the summer workforce (a treat that would be saved for the following summer) and I was probably at a pre-season field hockey practice. I don't think we took a family vacation-- those sort of stopped after my siblings were both out of the house and I elected to spend my whole summer being shuttled from one camp to another, but I do think I had gone to the beach for a week with my friend Tiffany. Her mom taught us to crochet on the drive down to Nags Head, so we spent the whole week either lying in the sun or crocheting-- we would never crochet ON the beach because we were sure that no guys would approach two girls crocheting on the beach (we were probably right... but I don't think any boys approached us on the beach that summer anyways). The memories don't come back in a linear fashion-- I'll remember one thing which will trigger another memory, and another and another... but that's what I was probably thinking about on this day nine years ago. It's actually easier to think about when I'm not running. Weird.

We're heading to Williamsburg for the weekend after work today! Can't wait!