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Question #30: What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special?
I had a pretty happy childhood, but I have spent the whole day thinking about this question and wondering "but what was the happiest? It's a difficult decision to categorize one event as happiest out of 18 whole years.
Remember a couple of posts ago, I explained that I recall memories in snapshots like a digital photo frame? Well the still frame picture that continues to come to the front of my brain when I try to answer this question is at CSC with my dad.
Question #30: What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special?
I had a pretty happy childhood, but I have spent the whole day thinking about this question and wondering "but what was the happiest? It's a difficult decision to categorize one event as happiest out of 18 whole years.
Remember a couple of posts ago, I explained that I recall memories in snapshots like a digital photo frame? Well the still frame picture that continues to come to the front of my brain when I try to answer this question is at CSC with my dad.
I was probably 13. My parents were fairly recently divorced and my relationship with Dad was strained. I'm unsure the two things are related; I think many 13 year old girls have strained relationships with their fathers regardless of marital status. Nonetheless, he was visiting one weekend because, as always, I was a stayover.
We were standing in front of the dining hall walking towards girls' camp, and he reached over and took hold of my hand. I underreacted outwardly, but in my hormone riddled brain, I thought "my dad's proud of me after all."
Is it the happiest? I don't know.
But it was pretty damn happy.
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