A walk down memory lane

Molly from Return of the White Robin is our Fun Monday host this week. The assignment is to tell about a happy memory from your childhood. If you have pictures, please show us your pictures.

Hmmm. A happy memory. I actually have quite a few fond and happy memories from childhood.

I spent a month every summer with my paternal grandparents, and it was a carefree month of playing in the "crick," catching crawdads from under the rocks. At night I caught lady bugs in a jar. I slept as late as I wanted, and I helped my grandfather cook a huge breakfast every night. Almost every desire was met. It was heaven for a child. Hearing the "Wheel of Fortune" and "Jeopardy" theme songs takes me back to those days...it was against the policy to miss those shows each night.

My maternal grandfather used to come home from work and let me climb all over him, combing his hair and stealing a sly sip from his beer every once in a while. I was the light in his life, and he had no qualms in allowing me to know it.

But my favorite one time memory was when Santa came to visit me. Late one night close to Christmas, I was awakened from a sound sleep by someone bellowing my name and lots of "ho, ho, ho's" from our kitchen. I rolled over, and there in my doorway was Santa, complete with a big bag of toys. I was awed. I don't remember what present he gave me to open that night. I just remember feeling so very special. Several years later, I learned that it was my uncle. He had decided to dress up and visit. My cousins were in the doorway the whole time giggling (they were quite a few years older than me) and I never even noticed them. I only had eyes for Santa. To this day, it's one of my best childhood memories.

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