I had the pleasure of kicking off the NaPiBoWriWee event hosted by Paula Yoo on Wednesday with my post: 7 Simple Steps to Write 7 Picture Books in 7 Days. Stop on over to have a laugh and join in the challenge to write 7 drafts in a week!

On the downside this week, I had the misfortune of realizing my childhood memories wouldn't work in my writing because they are extinct

Take for example:
Lauri wrapped the telephone cord around her finger and listened to Zack's story about making the winning shot in the basketball game. All the loops of the cord were stretched straight as she sought one more inch of privacy. Unfortunately, she ran into her big sister who was tapping her watch. "I have to go," Lauri said. "You say bye first." "No you," Zack said. "No you," she giggled. Her sister pounded the receiver with a sneer. Click.

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This is a real telephone.
(image by Rybson via sxc.hu)
See what I mean? First of all, cords?  I barely even remember what a telephone cord is anymore, and it's my memory! [Note to any kids reading this: a "telephone cord" used to transmit sound from the receiver to the phone back in the last century long before wireless signals filled the air.]

Second, do they even have to worry about finding privacy with wireless phones? They can walk around, go outside, hide in their closets. It's not fair! (whoops, that was little me throwing a tantrum)

Plus, do they even have to wait for a turn or do they just use their own cellphone? I suppose they don't even have 45 minute phone conversations while watching the Wonder Years with their boyfriend. Nah, they probably just text between tweets about American Idol picks.

Can you spot the problems in this passage?
Lauri hopped on her bike and rode to the library. She peddled so fast her pigtails flew in the wind.  She wandered through the stacks, selected a few books, and brought them to the librarian to stamp.  When she walked out the colors in the sky meant Mom would be serving dinner soon.

 a.      No helmet?!
b.      Out on the streets alone?!
c.       The librarian stamped the book.
d.      Just knowing it was dinner without knowing the time or getting a text
e.       All of the above

Last one:
Lauri's head still hurt from Johnny pulling her ponytail, but her heart hurt worse. She thought he liked her, but then why would he hurt her? She kicked harder on the swings leaving the sad thoughts behind her on the breeze.

There are still swings, right? Boys are still immature, aren't they? And I know hearts still get broken.

Maybe there are still a few timeless memories!  

Okay, fess up - what childhood memories of yours are irrevocably dated? Or if you're young, could you help me update these scenarios?!