I remember what it was like to visit my grandmother's bungalow, and read picture books and do puzzles there, and then what it was like to visit her in another home, when everybody got older. Nearly every holiday in my childhood and early adulthood was like this, visits to my grandmother's houses. It hasn't really hit me yet that those days are gone, and will never come back.
I remember my uncle, who I seldom saw in my life but loved dearly. Now I will never get a chance to see him and get to know him better, after his road accident a couple years ago.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder, who will be next? Who will become just a memory next? I have to see everyone when I can. Childhood and memories are never over. Not if you don't let them be. Always look to make new memories, for yourself and your dear, hopefully-not-soon-to-be-departed loved ones.
I remember:
Trees.
Streams.
Squirrels.
Mud and plants.
Big, ugly winter coats.
Wellington boots.
Beaches.
Pebbles.
Ice cream cones.
Frisbees.
All my cats.
Jones the rabbit.
Gretel the hamster.
Tadpoles.
Caterpillars.
Soft toys - Jiminy Cricket, Daisy the dog, Browning the dog.
Dolls - Sailor Moon, Disney princesses.
Matilda by Roald Dahl.
Super Mario Party games.
Donkey Kong games
Banjo-Kazooie games.
Crash Bandicoot games.
Sonic the Hedgehog games.
Spyro games.
Croc games.
Gex games.
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