I feel like I've covered some significant childhood memories already, what with my love note to Mikey and all. But I'll try to think of three new old ones.
- Mom told me to wait, but I started walking down the stairs anyway. And I don't know what happened - maybe there was a toy in the way. Or maybe my feet just stumbled. But somehow, all of a sudden, I was tumbling down the stairs. And then...I landed at the bottom and the pain hit. Dad took me to the ER and they took X-Rays before wrapping my four-year-old arm in a bright pink cast. I had to shower with a plastic bag over my arm, and I couldn't go out to play, but everyone signed my cast. That was my first real injury - the first trip to the ER that I remember.
- Mom and Dad gave me Molly for Christmas when I was in fourth grade. I loved her. That next January, we went to my Grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. I took Molly with me. I remember - very specifically - sitting in the hotel room with my Grandma, showing her my doll, sharing how special Molly was and thinking, "Of course Grandma loves Molly!" And now, I think she loved that moment with me much more than she liked the doll. I miss her. I wish I had written her more letters before she passed away.
- One summer, Dad coached my baseball team. I was awful. I mean, really really terrible. I got hit by the ball nearly every time I was up to bat that season, couldn't catch or throw well, but enjoyed hanging out in the dugout and on the field! That season solidified the fact that I have very poor hand-eye coordination, that I prefer individual sports to team sports, and that I'm a better cheerleader than MVP.
- Mom told me to wait, but I started walking down the stairs anyway. And I don't know what happened - maybe there was a toy in the way. Or maybe my feet just stumbled. But somehow, all of a sudden, I was tumbling down the stairs. And then...I landed at the bottom and the pain hit. Dad took me to the ER and they took X-Rays before wrapping my four-year-old arm in a bright pink cast. I had to shower with a plastic bag over my arm, and I couldn't go out to play, but everyone signed my cast. That was my first real injury - the first trip to the ER that I remember.
- Mom and Dad gave me Molly for Christmas when I was in fourth grade. I loved her. That next January, we went to my Grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. I took Molly with me. I remember - very specifically - sitting in the hotel room with my Grandma, showing her my doll, sharing how special Molly was and thinking, "Of course Grandma loves Molly!" And now, I think she loved that moment with me much more than she liked the doll. I miss her. I wish I had written her more letters before she passed away.
- One summer, Dad coached my baseball team. I was awful. I mean, really really terrible. I got hit by the ball nearly every time I was up to bat that season, couldn't catch or throw well, but enjoyed hanging out in the dugout and on the field! That season solidified the fact that I have very poor hand-eye coordination, that I prefer individual sports to team sports, and that I'm a better cheerleader than MVP.
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