At a very young age I don't remember toys as much as I remember exploring and climbing trees. When I was middle school age I remember two christmas gifts that I just loved. One was a race car track that did a loopty loop. The cars were powered by rolling them backward and letting go. The other was a wood burning tool. If only I had been a bit more creative I could have made lots of fun stuff. I also loved the little wooden walking toys and would play with them at Payless Drug store while mom shopped. Some worked on a slope some you had to wind up. I wasn't much for dolls or kitchen stuff.
family, of course. so setting that aside.... I love books . I can't say I have a favorite but I love the smell and feel of reading from paper. I have a hat of my dad's. It used to smell like him but has long sense lost it's scent. It is the only earthly possession I have of his. It helps me feel close to him again. I reminds me that someday I will get to hug him and listen to him and draw strength from his goodness. The old upright grand piano my parents bought when I was 5 years old. It reminds me of my mother's longing to play the piano. She never learned. But even in our poverty, she saw that all three of her daughters had lessons. I remember longing for lessons and feeling impatient when Holly got to start. In my mature years I look back with wonder on how my mother found teachers and hauled that piano from house to house. After we were all gone, she decided she did not need the piano as...
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