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10 years after introducing 43 Things to the world, we have decided we have met our last goal: completing the incredible experience that has been 43 Things. Please join us in giving one last cheer to all the folks who have shared their goals with the world, as well as all the people who have worked at The Robot Co-op to build this incredible website. We won a Webby Award, published a book, and brought happiness to a lot of people.

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It has been a long ride (one of our original goals was to "build a company that lasts at least 2 years” - we beat that one!) While we wish the site could live on, it has suffered from a number of challenges - changes in how people use the site, the advertising industry, and how search engines view the site. We wish the outcome was different – but we’ve always been realistic about when our goals are met and when they aren't.

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Endrina11/50 favourite memories - baking fantasy cakes

My Mom has always loved to bake and make food. When my brother and I were kids, approximately 6 and 8, we would join her in the kitchen and bake “fantasy cakes”. Our Mom would allow us to mix ingredients – all “cake ingredients”, not yucky ones – without following a recipe. Then we would bake them and taste. They usually tasted really weird – very, very sweet, or rock hard, but we loved doing this. Later on, when reminding her, she told me she felt bad for not making us follow actual recipes – for not teaching us how to cook. I told her that that was kind of the magic of it – how we were allowed to mix ingredients at random. Strange how one of my favourite memories is one she remembers with regret. 1 month ago


Endrina10/50 favourite memories - Kasper was born

On November 3rd, 2011, our son Kasper was born. I will never forget that day – from waking up very early and wondering if I was going into labour, googling symptoms. Travelling to the hospital with E, the long day full of waiting and pain and excitement. The exhaustion I felt, eating grapes, having E read about the Chinese railroads, seeing the day pass outside – a lovely, sunny day. And then meeting our baby boy Kasper. Wow. The most intense day of my life, and the most amazing. 2 months ago


Endrina9/50 favourite memories - daisies at the lighthouse

My family used to spend 2 weeks every summer at my Grandfather’s cabin, on an island outside of Trondheim. There’s a lighthouse there, and I remember one of those lovely summer days when my parents, my brother and I went for a picnic there. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and the ground was covered with daisies. My father braided daisy chains for my brother and I to wear on our head, and we have a photo of me – squinting at the camera, big toothy grin, and that daisy chain on my head. 2 months ago


rosewilderThank you.

This (and some good decisions, and some re-structuring of time) is just what I needed to get me back into writing. 2 months ago


Endrina8/50 favourite memories - tell us a story!

My parents would always take us out on Sunday walks, often driving to some remote mountain or forest and just walk for hours. On these walks my father would tell us stories – stories he made up in advance, really intricate adventure stories about a boy and a girl and all the exciting stuff they did. These stories would often go on for hours, sometimes continuing the following Sunday. So, few minutes after we had started our walk, my brother and I would go “tell us a story!” 3 months ago


Endrina7/50 favourite memories - the Brown's official card club

Years back, when my Grandpa was still alive, we used to get together – my parents, my brother, Granny & Grandpa and I – and play cards. We would put on silly hats and masks, that were all based on a rating system. So if you won the round, you got to wear this ridiculous hat my brother had made, then the sheep mask was for the runner up, etc. The looser had to wear a pig mask. My grandparents were always rather posh, but they lost all inhibitions when we played. Oh, how we laughed! 3 months ago


Endrina6/50 favourite memories - Easter egg hunts

As a child, my parents would wrap small parcels with chocolate etc and hide them in the garden. My brother and I would get each our strip of the paper our parcels were wrapped in, and then go hunting for our Easter yummies. We had a massive garden, and our hunt could take hours. One year I didn’t find my last parcel – and my Dad couldn’t remember where he had hid it. We never did find it… 3 months ago


rosewilderI decided to kill two birds with one stone,

and use this goal to ease into writing this weekend. I didn’t set out to write about favorite memories, actually, just to get down on paper as many memories of my childhood as I could. I figure that is a good exercise for a person who wants to write children’s novels.

It felt somewhat uncomfortable to write about even what I consider pleasant childhood memories. I am still, apparently, carrying some residual shame. So I spent some time writing about that and how to best counter it, (answer: self-compassion) which was incredibly useful. It’s important to remember that as far as I’ve come, there is still more work to be done in being kind to myself.

And now I’m thinking a lot about memories in general. My memory has never been very good, with the exception of learning things for school. I tend to forget a lot of things, events that happened and people. It’s nothing that makes my life unmanageable, but I know others have a better memory. Also, some of my memories are suspect, (As are many people’s, I’m sure), due to family storytelling or viewing mementos of events that slightly alters the actual memory, etc.

Anyway, I am going to continue gathering all kinds of memories, from childhood to the present, and then choose a few favorites to expand upon here. 3 months ago


Endrina5/50 favourite memories - picnic on the beach

My parents, my partner and I spent a week together in Turkey during Easter 2010. One morning we brought our breakfast, picnic blanket and books down to the beach. We spent hours there, eating and reading. Such a lovely morning! 3 months ago


Endrina4/50 favourite memories - the missing pizza

When my partner and I attended the Rebellion festival in 2009, we bought a pizza and brought it down to the ocean to enjoy our food. I had taken some bites out of a slice, put it down and looked away for a second…and it was gone. I asked my partnet where my pizza was, and he started to look around us, as if someone/thing had taken it. He looked really puzzled. Then he realized he had eaten it, and I laughed so hard. I still do whenever I think about it:) 3 months ago


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