You know how you can walk into a strange place and the smell of something as innocuous as machinery oil can transport you back 40 years o your Grandfather’s old shop? That happened to me about three or four years ago as I was showing a house to a friend and walked into a backyard workshop.
Today, my 20 year old found a little audio tape we bought for her when she was one- or two-years old. It was one of those “name” tapes where the songs were all pre-recorded and then a kid’s name was inserted. We heard “It’s a Sing-Along Day for Annie” tonight for the first time in about 17 years.
The expression on her face – the smile, the memories – was a moment that I have lived to see as a mother. I knew then that her childhood was filled with happiness.
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