So many memories
-I remember sitting in my height chair at a restaurant and my mom's friend, Susie Barrett, teaching me to brink from a straw. -Playing in the playhouse in our backyard that my grandpa built for us. Yes, Angela, I still remember taking a bite of the "brownies" (mud) you made. -My mom telling me it was time to get rid of the tattered blanket I slept with, but then she sewed a new blanket around it. -Asking Jesus into my heart right before bed. I slept on the bottom bunk. -Sliding into the basement down the orange carpeted ledge next to the stairs. -Ironing leaves between wax paper in our basement. I can smell it now. -Standing on the front of my dad's water skis on Tablerock lake with his hands on the outside of mine gripping the ski rope. -Our Ozark vacations with the Clarks, Barretts, Whilhites and Arnolds. Thinking all of the big kids were just the coolest. And Mr. Thomas telling Matthew and I that the homemade ice cream he was making was banana pickle ice cream.
