A smoke filled house... A brick road (and not the golden kind)... A white house with a detached garage... A wide open field... A truck... Beer not just one but it was everywhere.
It is amazing the things that stick in your head from your childhood. My first thoughts are blurred together, and most of them I can't really put a time period to. But here are the ones I remember from the first parts of my life.
It started with a smoke filled house. I mean I don't think that house was ever clear of smoke. I don't remember much from when my mom lived with us. But my favorite memory from then has her in it. It was Christmas and I had gotten everything a little girl could ask for. The house was filled with friends and family. Cody had gotten a video game! That boy has always been a gamer at heart. I remember this day most because of what happened next... I was looking at my huge polly pocket set I just got when my mother told me to take this bag over lady sitting on the couch. I thought that that meant it was for her. She told me I could open it, and when I reached down into this big bag I grabbed something yellow and furry. It was the first time I had ever laid eyes on Pooh. It was the best gift I got that year... Maybe even ever. All this time I was under the impression that I had stolen this delightful bear from the mysterious woman sitting on the couch. In later years I would find out that that wasn't just any lady. It was my grandmother on my biological fathers side. And she had gotten him for me!
Fact of the day: I am finally ready to move on and see other people. I'm nervous about this one though, I seem to always chase after something so far away! haha! Bring it on!
-Chel
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