
I grew up in a little neighborhood called Glenmoor Village. My family moved there when I was 7 years old and that's where I met my best friend Emily Trimble. This last week she and I decided to revisit the days of living in Glenmoor by taking our kids to the greenbelt and having a picnic at the park. Some of you ask "Greenbelt?" That's right we lived around a large grass area called the greenbelt. It was like having a BIG park in your backyard. It was awesome! I don't think she and I really knew what to expect since neither of us had really been back since both of our parents have moved. What a place it is...full of memories!!!
I could just see me and Em, 8 years old again, playing at the park, trying to flirt with all 15 boys that were our age that were playing football. I could picture she and I skipping out on sunday school and running to her house in 2 feet of snow in our church shoes to get a snack and make it back before anyone noticed we were gone. We were still trying to decided while we sat there that day, which one of the neighbors told on us for sneaking out of the Trimble's house one night! We're still not sure! We did belong to a toilet papering club with Shelby Herrera, (no that's not who I named my daughter after) and Mike Armstrong. I remember hiding from my dad in the greenbelt when it was dark and late because I didn't want to go in just yet and it was way past my curfew! I also remember jumping on the tramp at the Gibb's house and getting a bloody nose by one of the boys and good ole Jeanne, my mom, came to my rescue! And everyone knew that when the Hammond's back door light started flashing on and off it was time for the Hammond kids to go home. Or how about the endless, I mean endless hours of baseball and basketball! I swear we played tornado for hours on end! It was so great! And I always loved a good game of catch with my dad in the greenbelt. It was so big that we'd get as far away as we could and throw the ball as far as we could. So many great memories growing up in this place called Glenmoor!

I know, who's the dork standing there? Yes, that would be me. But I had to post this picture. This is the back of my old house. Wow- how it's changed! They have a chain linked fence up around this part of the yard with these purple vine things growing everywhere. At least they color coordinated!

This is for all my siblings- look at our use to be basketball court. It is no longer! I can say that I was impressed that the current owners have taken some extra care of that old house! Those were good times playing ball!

This is what the greenbelt looked like from my house. Every childs dream! Endless room to freely run and play and lots of kids to play with.

This is the park that is in the greenbelt now. In my day, (don't I sound old), we had a metal playground with swings. That's where Em and I lived during the summers. I think we may have even slept at the playground once too. And then of course met up with our toilet papering club and went toilet papering! Can you imagine letting your kids do that these days?

This is where Emily lived. She was quite saddend and disappointed in her house. I didn't get a picture of it but there's an old 32 inch TV just thrown in her backyard. Em had a dog named Porky growing up and he was always sitting on those concrete steps by their door. It was kind of sad to see the house not as we remembered it!

I love this picture because ot shows the sidewalk that has miles and miles of running that Em and I did to each others house. Em's house is directly behind those tall trees begind where she is standing. We had secret handshakes that we'd do before we'd go home and we even tried having those cheap walkie talkies at our homes to try to talk at night, ya- didn't work that great! You know- that was back before cell phones and emails and all that good stuff-

The best part was as we were picking up to go, soemone walked out of the Armstrongs house. Em and I weren't sure who it was. Then Em said, "I think it's Mike. I
dare you to yell Mike." You know, like we're 12 again! Of course I accepted the dare and yelled "Mike!" Sure enough it was him. He and his wife are living with his parents while in transition with school. It was just like the old times. Being in Glenmoor with a friend of ours from the past.
I had a great growing up life. Great friends, great ward, great family and most of all a great place to do it all. Glenmoor is kind of a magical place in the sense that a lot of who I am is because of experiences I had there. When I was 15 I found out that a friend of mine had died and it was in the greenbelt that I was told that. It was in the greenbelt that I first starting liking boys, it was there that I saw some of my friends start making different choices and I had a choice to make then too. I'm glad for my friend Em who always helped me make good choices but who always had fun and laughed while making them! We had the best time and it's funny how when I talk to people now, in person, on facebook or wherever, Glenmoor is always talked about as being a great place to grow up!