Remembering as far back as she could, she remembered the first Christmas when she received a dentist’s kit. And she loved it. Maybe her mother thought she could turn her career path toward dentistry. It hadn’t worked.
Then she remembered her first Tiny Tears (who also wet herself or so she remembered) and the first baby carriage to roll her all around the house. Then, there were the roller skates and falling flat on her back, all the wind knocked out of her and her mother thinking she was having a seizure.
There was the Christmas her mother had pneumonia but they tredged out anyway, in the snowstorm and the already big piled up mounds of previous snowfalls, to the local tree seller. In those days, people used shopping carts to go and get their groceries and everyone knew your name and you knew theirs. So they loaded…
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