There’s an old saying “nice guys finish last.” Why is that? Why do we women find ourselves drawn to the bad boys? Often in my life there have been some very nice and great guys that I would not even consider as they were too normal, too sedate, too vanilla. So off to the bad boys I ran, heart got crushed and on to the next one I moved.
Perhaps that is why I am still single? You think?
As I created these ATCs I thought about that and the innocence that is first love. All the joy, the anticipation, the bliss that happened with the first kiss. I chose not to remember the tears, the pain or the heartache.
The quotes on the ATCs are from a little book I thrifted about things I have learned. It is from people of all ages and I often reach for it when I am creating and need the right sentiment.
I wonder about the child that said the Tootsie roll one. I guess with the wrapper off and the pointy 
end gone and the ends rounded it would look like a tootsie roll. I picture the face as the realization of the NOT Tootsie sunk in. Then I wonder if they were dainty and spit it into their hand or shot it across the room like a projectile. My vote is for the projectile as it is a funnier image in my mind.
The last card reminded me of that first snuggle with a new kitten. Their little face nestled against your neck and that little fluttery purr. There is no feeling greater than snuggling with your first kitten. I remember how much I loved to pick up the new kittens after they opened their eyes. Mom wouldn’t let me touch them until their eyes were open. I never knew why, but I never held them until they were open.
Do you have a favorite childhood memory?
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July 3, 2008 at 10:22 am
Karla
I think the bad boys are more exciting and give us something to do (namely chase them around!) but after we get that out of our systems, it is nice to settle down with a good guy!
Karla
July 3, 2008 at 6:22 pm
Jan
Yes, the bad guys are more exciting but a good guy is more likely to stay around and not eye up other girls when he’s with you!
Childhood memories as far as kitties are concerned:- I used to dress my kittens up and take them in my dolls pram down the street. I can’t believe now that they used to just lay there and even more so I can’t believe my Mum allowed me to do it – the poor darling were probably scared to death!
Slightly different memory – I was born just before the war started and I remember we had an Anderson shelter covered in sandbags dug down into the floor in our dining room! We used to sleep in there everynight -me, my brother, my mum and my dad. I remember laying there after I’d been put to bed watching my dad eat his tea. It all seemed quite normal at the time!