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We have an interesting topic about childhood regret. After you vent there, maybe visit this thread to look at the bright side.
I have some very warm and fuzzy memories to share, the kind that would conjure up a patronus charm in Harry Potter.
Let me start off with saying that I always hated school, yet I remember being walked to my grandmother's house always after daycare as a wee thing in the cold autumn, seeing my kindly grandma's smiling face through the glass of the screen door, waving at me. My parents were working so she watched over me.
She would help me to the kitchen table, ask me about my day and have her homemade hot chicken noodles ready for me. She was a good cook, I recall her sweet potato pies, silver dollar pancakes, puddings, smoked sausage and juicy bacon.
Because her doors were always open and a hot meal was readily available other relatives often dropped by to see her as work ended. Folks would pull up a chair at the dinner table until it had the Christmas family dinner atmosphere with cousins, aunts, uncles and family friends all in attendance.
My grandma was a tiny redhead woman, fittingly named Ruby. Though I hear she was a trifle neurotic in her day, she was always quiet, calm, loving and gentle around me.
Let's hear your happy days from childhood. I know I got a million of em.
I have some very warm and fuzzy memories to share, the kind that would conjure up a patronus charm in Harry Potter.
Let me start off with saying that I always hated school, yet I remember being walked to my grandmother's house always after daycare as a wee thing in the cold autumn, seeing my kindly grandma's smiling face through the glass of the screen door, waving at me. My parents were working so she watched over me.
She would help me to the kitchen table, ask me about my day and have her homemade hot chicken noodles ready for me. She was a good cook, I recall her sweet potato pies, silver dollar pancakes, puddings, smoked sausage and juicy bacon.
Because her doors were always open and a hot meal was readily available other relatives often dropped by to see her as work ended. Folks would pull up a chair at the dinner table until it had the Christmas family dinner atmosphere with cousins, aunts, uncles and family friends all in attendance.
My grandma was a tiny redhead woman, fittingly named Ruby. Though I hear she was a trifle neurotic in her day, she was always quiet, calm, loving and gentle around me.
Let's hear your happy days from childhood. I know I got a million of em.