Oh, RR, please come to Va and visit....we so think alike
Good childhood memories...can't limit it to one
The safest, securest feeling ever was hearing my dad snore like a freight train across the hall. Boogeymen, strangers, HA....couldn't get 'cha...dad, the savior, was right across the hall
We used to take car trip vacations....I loved being in the back seat (in the middle...cause big brother already claimed one window, baby brother always got car sick, so he got the other)...mom and dad in the front....it's raining and the rhymetic sound of windshield wipers....swish, swish, swish...yep everything is grand in my 9 year old world
One of my really favorite memories, I wasn't even a child. I was 22 on my wedding day. Now you got dressed in a building seperate from the church....I'm ready, dad comes, walking over.....leans over and tells me...."If you've changed your mind, it's ok, you let me know and
we'll keep right on walking".
Another time as a young teen, I was sitting in his lap....my mother told him....soon, she's be somebody else's baby. My dad promptly retorted..."no, she'll always be my baby".
Worse ~
I stole a pair of earrings from Grant's dept store (I was 10), got caught, had to call my mother, came and got me....and she CRIED. Nothing makes you feel worse than making your mother cry. I had never ever seen her cry before. The month long restriction didn't cure my shoplifting...my mother's crying did
Or when my mom's mom had her stroke. She was an only child and I knew how I'd feel if something like that had ever happened to mine and I just couldn't fix it for her
No matter what I promised God....
Last thought....we had a dog that we had to get rid of because the stupid kid next door kept teasing Skippy and finally got bit. Chip deserved to get bitten, oh, I balled. I cried for my mom to let me go with her to the ASPCA. Nope. That is the awful part.....then she came home and told me some family took him on the spot. Took years for it to dawn on me....my mother lied, that didn't happen, she just didn't wanna tell me. So I call and ask....mom, what happened when ya took Skippy.....word for word she gave me the same story.
Absolute worse ever...you're not a kid anymore....both my parents are deceased and it sucks