March 8, 2011
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Photo & Prompt Challenge: Day 6
Day 6 – My favorite memory.
I am sick today. As I lay here trying to think of my favorite memory, my brain hurts. I may have to give this a moment.
Thee are really a lot of memories floating around. The day I met my husband. A surprise birthday party. Times spent with family or friends. My children doing funny things. There are just too many.
One memory I have as a child is my dad bringing me to my mom’s workplace. I remember his big hand holding my small one.
I remember the steps being so huge and seemed to take forever to climb. When we finally reached the top of the winding stairs, there was a room full of tall ladies and sitting at tables with sewing machines. They were all looking at me with big smiles. Everyone was talking to me and I didn’t want to talk back. The were kinda scary to me. I finally saw my mom among those faces.
This memory feels like a dream. However when I shared this with my mom she told me when I was 2 years old, my dad got me all dressed and made my hair pretty. He took me to see my mom at her workplace. She was a seamstress. This is my earliest memory.
