More "I Remembers"

I remember going to watch my brother’s baseball games in Petit Park.

I remember ordering hot chocolate with my parents at Starbucks and thinking it tasted like coffee.

I remember putting up the Christmas decorations with my mom every first Friday of December.

I remember getting angry when Christmas decorations were put up in shop windows “too early.”

I remember the smell of my old stuffed animals.

I remember jumping on the bed to get tucked in at night and sticking my legs up in the air so my mom could pull my socks off.

I remember stewed cabbage.

I remember spitting stewed cabbage out in a napkin before we had a dog.

I remember my dog wouldn’t eat mushrooms but loved carrots.

I remember taking Daisy on walks before the sun went down.

I remember hopping the fence at the park to hike around the cement flood drains.

I remember the look of our house—all bright and warm with the smell of cooking meat, greeting us when we got home.