June 10, 2019

Childhood Memories | Personal | Idaho Wedding Photographer | Sarah Tapp Photography

Okay, little tidbit about me. ~ I have a TERRIBLE memory. ~ But really, I can remember things super well for a short period of time. (That’s how I got straight A’s all through high school and most of college) But, you ask me what happened a year ago or 5 years ago, or 15 years ago…and I can’t remember. AT ALL.

This is one of the major reasons I take so many photos (personally and as a photographer) and why I scrapbook! Because if I have an image, then I usually remember what happened in that image. I remember the details and the event and what emotions I was having. And I love being able to provide that same service for my couples! That way, they can look back at their wedding images and remember how they felt the day they married their best friend.

I do, however, have 2 memories from my childhood that weren’t documented with pictures. The first one I remember, pretty vividly, is braking both of my wrists at the same time. 😬I was probably about 6 and I was playing in the tree swing in our front yard. I was a pretty adventurous little girl and I climbed this tree ALL THE TIME. I would always try and climb higher than I had before and I’d jump down from super high branches. So…you can see where this is going. Well, I was standing on the tree swing (instead of sitting on it like it’s supposed to be used) and I decided I would try to jump off without using my hands. My feet got tangled in the rope from the swing and I just barley caught myself before my nose hit the ground. I remember starting to cry immediately because it hurt SO BAD. And of course, I was out there by myself. So, I hobbled up to the front door and tried to open it. Hurt too bad, so I tried to ring the doorbell. And that hurt worse. So, I think I kicked the door and that wasn’t working so I finally figured out how to reach my elbow up to the doorbell and my mom finally came to the door! I don’t remember ANYTHING about going to the Dr. or getting casts put on, but I do remember that my mom had to come to school with me for the next little while because I couldn’t write. CRAZY!

The next memory I have is from Christmas. I was probably around 7 or 8 and I remember going to bed on Christmas Eve and my brother waking me up SUPER early. He told me that Santa had come and left me a super cool gift. And I remember not being super excited about it. By this time I was pretty sure Santa wasn’t real. I was the youngest of 6 kids and try as they did, my siblings and parents weren’t the best at keeping me enthused about Santa (except for this brother because he was the closest in age to me). So, I remember not wanting to get out of bed because I was tired still, but my brother convinced me and in my head the whole time I’m thinking, ‘You know that I know Santa isn’t real, right?’. But there waiting for me in the living room was a pink barbie car and it was pretty cool. Though, I knew my parents had bought it and that Santa didn’t bring it. Luckily, I wasn’t too disappointed because I had a sweet new toy to play with!

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