{"id":1986,"date":"2016-08-03T11:13:25","date_gmt":"2016-08-03T15:13:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/?p=1986"},"modified":"2016-08-09T23:09:50","modified_gmt":"2016-08-10T03:09:50","slug":"project-52-seven-years-old-meeting-my-lifetime-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/?p=1986","title":{"rendered":"Project 52 &#8211; Seven Years Old &#8211; Meeting my Lifetime Friends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_06-Seven-Years-Old.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_06-Seven-Years-Old.jpg\" alt=\"1971_06 Seven Years Old\" width=\"400\" height=\"571\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1988\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_06-Seven-Years-Old.jpg 400w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_06-Seven-Years-Old-210x300.jpg 210w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Seven weeks ago, on my 52nd birthday, I began <a href=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/?cat=48\">Project 52<\/a> &#8212; for 52 weeks, I&#8217;m going to post each week about one year of my life.<\/p>\n<p>Already it seems very strange to me that I only lived in the Seattle area for four years.  It was a lifetime at the time!<\/p>\n<p>It especially seems appropriate to assemble this post from California, from the same place we moved to the year I was seven years old.  I&#8217;ve been visiting family this week for my niece&#8217;s wedding, and spending some time at my parents&#8217; house &#8212; which is still the same house in Wilmington we moved to in 1972.  I got to go through photo albums and scan more pictures for the upcoming years.  Of course, many of the photos I won&#8217;t post here &#8212; of the house or of church or other everyday things &#8212; sparked so many memories.<\/p>\n<p>The picture up above is the first one I&#8217;ll talk about.  If you look closely, you might be able to notice that the eye away from the camera is a black eye!<\/p>\n<p>We had the appointment to get my seven-year-old pictures taken &#8212; and a morning before it, my parents were playing tennis.  We kids were running around on the tennis courts.  I was running from one side of the net to the other &#8212; and tried to run in between the net and the post holding it up.  It turned out that the rope holding the net up was right at my eye level &#8212; and I got a black eye.<\/p>\n<p>I turned seven years old on June 14, 1971.  We were still at the house in Carson that summer, and I still played with my best friend, Karen Iwata.  Apparently we went over to each other&#8217;s houses in the summertime, too.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Karen-and-Debbie.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Karen-and-Debbie.jpg\" alt=\"1971_07 Karen and Debbie\" width=\"400\" height=\"398\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1994\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Karen-and-Debbie.jpg 400w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Karen-and-Debbie-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Karen-and-Debbie-300x300.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Here I am playing in the bushes with Karen and our next door neighbor, Debbie Wardrop.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-with-Karen.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-with-Karen.jpg\" alt=\"1971_08 with Karen\" width=\"400\" height=\"395\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1996\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-with-Karen.jpg 400w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-with-Karen-300x296.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s another picture of Karen and me.<\/p>\n<p>In Carson, our house was so small that Becky and I shared a room.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Our-room.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Our-room.jpg\" alt=\"1971_07 Our room\" width=\"400\" height=\"400\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1999\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Our-room.jpg 400w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Our-room-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Our-room-300x300.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Hmmm.  I know most of the time we had these as bunk beds.  Probably to make more room.  Becky would hang down from her bunk and annoy me.  I wonder if this was after or before that.  The doll on my bed is Newborn Thumbelina.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Five-Kids.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Five-Kids.jpg\" alt=\"1971_07 Five Kids\" width=\"400\" height=\"398\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2001\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Five-Kids.jpg 400w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Five-Kids-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_07-Five-Kids-300x300.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And here we are in order.  In July 1971, Ricky was still 9 years old, Becky 8, me 7, Wendy 3, and Randy 2.  This would have been not long after Becky and Wendy both got glasses.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a very happy family picture playing Ring-around-the-Rosie.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-Ring-around-the-Rosie.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-Ring-around-the-Rosie.jpg\" alt=\"1971_08 Ring around the Rosie\" width=\"400\" height=\"399\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2005\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-Ring-around-the-Rosie.jpg 400w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-Ring-around-the-Rosie-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1971_08-Ring-around-the-Rosie-300x300.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And Becky and I were <em>still<\/em> bought matching outfits:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1972_02-Matching-Outfits.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1972_02-Matching-Outfits.jpg\" alt=\"1972_02 Matching Outfits\" width=\"400\" height=\"395\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2006\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1972_02-Matching-Outfits.jpg 400w, https:\/\/sonderbooks.com\/sonderjourneys\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/1972_02-Matching-Outfits-300x296.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Third grade in Carson, I loved my teacher (the same one Becky had before me, and I think Ricky, too), Miss Kita.  My best friend Karen was still in my class.<\/p>\n<p>Miss Kita had lots and lots of &#8220;centers&#8221; in her classroom &#8212; things to do, games to play, great activities for when you finished your work.  That was the year we learned multiplication.  Karen and I tended to be the first people done &#8212; so lots of play time.<\/p>\n<p>Then &#8212; in February, our family moved to Wilmington.  We moved into the house my parents still live in today.  <\/p>\n<p>They were told that the local school wasn&#8217;t a good one, and we started going to Long Beach Brethren Elementary School.<\/p>\n<p>I did <em>not<\/em> like my new class.  Miss Kita was young and fun and her classroom was full of fun things to do.  Mrs. Monroe was very old &#8212; and said that when you finished your work, you should work on multiplication flash cards.  Well, I already knew my multiplication tables.  Eventually, we worked out that I could read after doing my work, but it was a far cry from Miss Kita&#8217;s class.<\/p>\n<p>When we found out we&#8217;d move, my friend Karen started playing more with a girl named Suzanne.  I didn&#8217;t feel as included.  Then we moved and the new classroom was so awful in comparison.<\/p>\n<p>However &#8212; little did I know that two friends I met that year would last me the rest of my life.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t think we were really best friends until fourth grade, but in third grade I already did some playing with Darlene Sasaki and Kathy Morris.  Years later, when my husband left me and got himself sent from Germany to Japan, unaccompanied &#8212; I moved to Herndon, Virginia, where Darlene and Kathe live now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Seven weeks ago, on my 52nd birthday, I began Project 52 &#8212; for 52 weeks, I&#8217;m going to post each week about one year of my life. 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