My best memory is when it was Christmas and I was 6 years old. I wanted a Barbie soooo bad. Another girl at school had one and I was so jealous. Well sure enough for Christmas I got her!! Mom has a picture of me holding her and I have a really big smile. I played and played with her and all the other Barbies that I got. I still have her and all of the others and they're in really good shape.
A fun memory that I have is also at Christmas time. My brother was about 6 or 7. My mom and I had run to the store for a short time and had left my brother at home. He wanted another GI Joe for Christmas and there was a package under the tree that he just knew was a GI Joe. He had taken the GI Joe that he had and had measured it against the box to see if a GI Joe would fit in the box. (It was a GI Joe.) Well, our house had a hallway that went from the front room into the back room. It ran through the center of the house and our Christmas tree was in the back room against the wall, but was at the end of the hallway. When we got back from the store Mom went to put some presents under the tree and noticed that the GI Joe package had been opened and "someone" had tried to re-wrap the box. Well, my brother said that he and our dashund had been running down the hallway and the dog had "run into the present", unwrapping it in the process. However, my brother assured my mom that he'd tried to wrap it back the best he could. I still remember him telling Mom the story. It was so funny!!!
My worst memories are when my dad had a mental breakdown when I was in high school. He thought that the Communists were after him and things got really weird, especially one night. He spent several months in a mental hospital. After he got home he and my mom would fight, but never in front of us. My mom would always have bruises, but she always said that she just bruised easily and we all believed her. In my wedding pictures you can tell that he doesn't look right. He was on so many drugs that his eyes don't look right. It's been 30 years and my mom and dad are divorced, so now I'm the one that has to keep a watch over his mental problems. I don't know what I'd do without my husband to help me. |