Riding the springy rocking horse as Charlie’s Angels
Chicken and dumplings at the table
Grandma’s velvety wallpaper
Forts, hideaways, and hot lava carpet
Hours in the pool, tipping each other off the raft
Cousins
Cold stewed peaches
My sister and I tickling each others arms gently, drifting off to sleep
Bunk beds
Climbing the front yard tree
Falling on scratchy sidewalk
Riding fast on noisy plastic hot wheels
Watching Dad make his big bag lunches
Reading Judy Blume
Singing into the fan
What snapshots, sounds, smells, joys, and thrills will my child take with her?
