I can’t believe I’ve been doing Button Sundays for more than five years. About two–maybe three–years ago, Lynne brought over a box of buttons. At first I thought she was giving them to me, then I realized she was loaning them to me for use in future Button Sunday posts. I promptly put the box of buttons away and forgot about them. She probably has added “button thief” to “Tupperware thief” and “sock thief” on her list of my vices. So I finally photographed them all, will share them over time, and now I can return them to her.
Maybe.
Here’s the debut from what I have of her collection:
This one reminds me of trips we made to Six Flags with Lynne’s church youth group when we were youngsters. On one of those trips, a boy a couple of years older began flirting with me. A year or so later, he became the first person my mother (my father was overseas) let me go on an official double date with because he seemed like a nice, young gentleman.
For my younger readers, let me tell you what I learned from him.
BOYS CAN BE MUCH WORSE GOSSIPS THAN GIRLS.
I have no idea what it meant to “ring the bell” at Six Flags, but all these many years later, I could still cheerfully wring that blabbermouth’s neck.
Oh a kiss and tell … and tell … and tell situation.
Boys are dumb. 😉
No doubt his gossip had no bearing in the truth, you would not have been the kind of girl to ring his bell. Of course his friends were impressed by his lie.
Sure, we’ll go with that version!
Tom impresses me with his gallant nature.
He’s always looking out for me.
We came to Texas one summer when I was a teenager and my aunt dropped us off at Six Flags for the day. It was hot and we were from Alaska. There were flies everywhere. We saw some lady faint. My aunt was not answering the phone. We were stuck!
So to stay cool, we rode the Cave Ride over and over again until my aunt finally came and got us. I don’t have fond memories of Six Flags either.
My favorite was the log ride because of being splashed with water. We would run our legs off going through that whole park (ours was Six Flags Over Georgia), and our feet would be black at the end of the day. Lynne and I always had fun because she was fearless, and I’d do anything she’d do–peer pressure!
Then we grew up and went back as adults. They’d built the Mindbender, a triple loop roller coaster, that she loved. I rode it once and vowed NEVER AGAIN.
Probably the only thing that would get me in another theme park would be Disneyland, just because I’ve never been. I did go to Disney World, and after riding Space Mountain, I said goodbye to roller coasters forever. At that time, it was in the total dark (it’s an inside coaster). No thanks–I need to see the catastrophe ahead of me!
Does ringing the bell summon the devil?
If so, I’m glad “almost” is on that button! 😉