Last night, I dreamed about one of my Grandmas. It reminded me of so many things that happened while I was growing up. I think I'm going to write an 'article' to give my kids--so many memories. And I'm sure, there are so many stories I never told them. What I remember mostly are 'good memories'. Oh, yes, there were some 'others'. But I'd like to pass on all the happy things we did, growing up.
Now that I think about it--maybe this is because there are so many things I wish I had asked my grandmothers about 'their' lives, their memories, etc. Does anyone else think about their 'memories' of growing up and wish they had shared with their kids?
