A Walk Down Memory Lane
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
Comments
When I think of our time there, I remember things like: cleaning the bathrooms with that foam and having way too much fun, wearing our denim jumper/skirts in the MTC, when some Elder took a picture of you while you were praying in the cafeteria, your sister brought us food from the Training Table, playing volleyball without rules, bienestar training with Robin Moss & Mary Ellen...
I also have vivid memories of our trip to Denver with Woodbury to see Harry in the hospital. He took some back road through the mountains. You & Scott were making out in the backseat. (You were newly married--a clarification for your kids who read here.) That was a crazy trip.
I remember the first time I met Scott after we got to Paraguay. I noticed his dirty nametag. I also will forever hold a grudge for his buying us (me & Simmons) tickets on the absolute slowest bus to PJC that had no bathroom. It did make a better story, though. Still.
~Lisa