Gobble Gobble 2006
This year's Thanksgiving dinner was the bestest ever.
Family gathered around the table, sharing stories about the children.
My childhood was the main topic of conversation. My fear of dogs, my love of climbing things, my habit of falling off the things I climb, my propensity for attracting trouble and getting taken to hospital.
Some of the stories I knew, others I didn't. Like the one about the neighbourhood kids coming over and bugging my parents, asking for me and my sister to come out and play.
Or the crazy nanny we employed. She didn't last very long. She liked watching and talking to water boiling.
Or the story of my birth in San Juan de Dios hospital. My mom thought it was just gas; I'm grateful my grandmother thought different, or else I might have been born in the toilet.
There were so many other stories. It feels good to hear stories about your childhood from other people's perspectives, especially your parents'. It makes me feel young again.
Family gathered around the table, sharing stories about the children.
My childhood was the main topic of conversation. My fear of dogs, my love of climbing things, my habit of falling off the things I climb, my propensity for attracting trouble and getting taken to hospital.
Some of the stories I knew, others I didn't. Like the one about the neighbourhood kids coming over and bugging my parents, asking for me and my sister to come out and play.
Or the crazy nanny we employed. She didn't last very long. She liked watching and talking to water boiling.
Or the story of my birth in San Juan de Dios hospital. My mom thought it was just gas; I'm grateful my grandmother thought different, or else I might have been born in the toilet.
There were so many other stories. It feels good to hear stories about your childhood from other people's perspectives, especially your parents'. It makes me feel young again.
