January 22, 2012

Sharing Memories (Week 4): Sleepovers & Hair Dye

Best Friend Cooking Beans in my Room During a Teen Sleepover
It's Week 4 of our THIRD YEAR of 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey for 2012. This is our third year writing our memoirs and childhood memories for our descendants.

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Did you have sleepovers as a child? I did. My mom was really good about letting us have friends over and since there were four of us, often the house was full of noise and other kids. One thing I got to have as a teen was sleepovers - lots of them! None of the other girls in my class were allowed to have them so it was a pretty exciting time when I set one up.

We'd stay up all night. My room was upstairs and my mother's bedroom was on the main floor so all night long she'd come up the stairs and tell us to shush as she had to go to work in the morning. I don't know how she got through work the next day as we couldn't stay quiet for long.

We'd put our hair in rollers and have pillow fights, giggle and talk about boys. And around 5 am we'd all fall asleep - so much for our goal to stay awake all night.

At one sleepover I talked the other girls into buying packages of hair dye at our local drugstore. We went crazy, buying various colors. Hair dye was a powder and it came in little envelopes. We helped each other dye our hair in the laundry tub in our basement. It didn't really do much for most of us but some of the girls with blonde hair had a mess once the dye took. I still remember that the other mothers were furious with my mother for not stopping us.

The sleepovers didn't stop but we did smarten up a bit. What were your sleepovers like?

1 comment:

Helen Spencer said...

I remember one sleep-over when I was about 8 years old. It was literally at the top of our street with a neighbour's daughter. I was DESPERATELY home-sick and cried for my mother. I can remember feeling nauseous with yearning for her. My mum had to collect me and she laughed at me and made light of it, but I don't think she realised just how bad I felt. Pathetic!!! I honestly can't remember any others...perhaps there were none!!!!