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09/07/2003 Archived Entry: "Breaking the Rules..."

BREAKING THE RULES...

Well, grandma's first rule was to not write about her, but to that I say "You write about me!" and here I go.

As you all know by now, she's in Colorado and that brings back about a million different memories for me. I wanted to share a few that she'll probably read and laugh about. I can't remember how old I was the first time grandma and I ventured out to Colorado, but I know there were many of these trips. In the earlier trips it was always to Breckenridge to see Ally. We'd pack up the car and head out, slowly making our way there. About the time we crossed the Colorado state line I started straining my eyes for the mountains which I knew were there, somewhere. Once I finally spotted them and could calm down I'd start looking for a special bridge.

It was a bridge that was part of the Denver airport and planes would go over it to take off, which was really cool at the time, driving under a plane. Once we passed Denver we'd head up the mountains which was my favorite part of the drive and grandma's least favorite part I think. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I'd sometimes take a little nap before Denver but would warn grandma that she'd be in big trouble if she didn't wake me up while we drove through the big city. I've always loved big cities and enjoy looking at them as we drive through.

Once we got to Breckenridge I was napped and ready to start having fun, of course grandma was thinking a little differently since she had just driven 9 hours and was in the high elevation that didn't effect my young body. I'd agree and start to play around Ally's house which was a great time in itself.

Many, many memories of Breckenridge... the alpine slide, the Briar Rose, Quiznos, the maze, and all the touristy shops that I INSISTED we visit even though they all had the exact same over-priced stuff. Grandma, being the wonderful person she is, would walk through each of these shops with me, and usually pick something up for me, a treasure from Breckenridge.

One distinct memory I have that always makes me laugh…I remember I was getting really into my new Amy Grant cassette tape. Amy Grant was fairly mellow so I was sure grandma would like her songs, and I figured the only way grandma would know for sure was if she listened to the entire tape, a few times. I can remember her taking out the tape and handing it to me as it was nearly on fire with heat, telling me that was enough Amy Grant.

Music was probably one of our only "issues" on the trips. But as I grew older I had some type of portable device that would allow us to both be content.

Another thing that was special about going to Colorado was that I ALWAYS got to go to a bookstore! This was true mostly when we would go to Denver to see Ally, but whether it be the Tattered Cover or Barnes and Noble we'd always spend a few hours browsing and buying a few books to enjoy.

I could go on for hours, this is just a small taste of many many adventures I've had with my grandma. The Colorado trips will always stand out in my mind because they were fairly frequent and it was often just me and my grandma, heading out for adventures to be determined.

-Mackenzie Britton (favorite granddaughter)