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.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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