Friday, February 6, 2009

When I was almost 7

I had a condition that required several surgeries and inpatient tests. For one of those surgeries, I entered the hospital on December 26, the day after Christmas. That way I wouldn't miss school. So my Christmas present checked into the hospital with me: Baby Tippie Toes and her tricycle!!!

I haven't even seen a picture of Baby Tippie Toes for decades until I Googled her today and once again, I felt the same wonder that my six-year-old self felt.

Aren't memories amazing?

1 comment:

Susan said...

Isn't that amazing? Yesterday I saw a truck the exact same color as my first bicycle, and I was immediately taken back to the memories of the Christmas I got it. Just a color! LOL