Reagan's Slideshow

* That's me and Reagan. I was probably 8 or 9 and she was either 4 or 5.

So I've began working on my sister's Graduation Video/Slide show. It's turning out great. Decided to use the two songs you hear playing on the blog. It's actually harder (emotionally) than I thought. The first part of the slide show is starting from when she first came over to the states till high school (song playing will be Send Me On My Way). The second half is her and her friends in high school (song playing will be Graduation Song). What makes this hard is realizing how much she means to me. Going thru old pictures and trying to put songs and words to the pictures is very emotional for me. I want to see her grow up and become more of a young woman than what she already is but at the same time...I don't. I want to stay young, play in the sandbox, ride our bikes thru the sprinklers, play dress up, get in trouble together. :( Like I said before in a previous blog, we are becoming distant in some things but closer in others. She is my best friend and I just can't believe she's graduating. I cam remember the days I would drop her off at her 1st grade classroom as I went onto 5TH GRADE (that's right...I was a big kid!).

My sister and I had this play gym in the yard. The wooden kind with a blue tarp over head. It had a slide, two swings, and a bar to swing on. Surrounding the whole jungle gym was a HUGE sandbox. When Mom was on the phone (not paying attention to us), we'd go get the garden hose and fill that sand box up to the rim with water! Oh, my dad would be SO mad. Sand was spilling over into the grass, mosquitoes were constantly around because it took FOREVER for that water to drain! Needless to say, we only got away with it 3 times but it was awesome.

Back in Ft. Morgan, CO is where I truly spent my younger childhood years. My parents restored an old 1900 house (it was a corner house). I thought I was the coolest kid cause I had TWO address! My front door was on Grant St and my side (garage door) was on Bijou. To my dismay, it was wishful thinking and kinda dumb. Well, in the restoration and rebuild, my parents turned the attic into this nice carpeted, window seats, and TONS of storage play room. In Colorado the houses are built much different than here in Texas. Like, our attic and basement wasn't just a room, it was just like another full level. So our play 'room' was huge. My mom is a huge sewer and always would make us dress up clothes. My sister and I spent hours playing and dressing up. We would get into fancy dress up dresses (I liked the poofy ones that were big when you spun around) go to the jungle gym and play house. We would make our neighborhood kid our butler. We named him Cadberry. LOL! He was some red head kid with glasses. His mom was mean! She had a "No Soliciting" sign in their window. Someone told me at some point in life that that sign mean that kids weren't allowed to ring the doorbell at those houses. So, when it was time for us to play house and we needed our butler, we would just stand outside his house and he'd just happen to see us thru his big living room window.

When we moved here, I was in middle school and she was in elementary school. Then I was in high school and she was in middle school. Our lives didn't split, but we were in separate places in our lives. We always were close. When we weren't hanging out with friends or she being dragged along to my sport events, we'd hang out....watch movies...sit and talk...whatever we wanted to do. I'm going to miss those times. Not saying they won't continue on but it just goes back to how I don't want things to change. Time has already changed for our family but reminiscing is good. I have a wonderful family who I love and cherish. Don't know what I would do without them.