My mother tells stories of having real candles on the tree when she was a girl. When we were growing up she rarely shared memories of her childhood with us. I’ve learned to ask and she’s learned to share. I need to start writing them down.
Monday, December 04, 2006
21 Memories until Christmas
My mother tells stories of having real candles on the tree when she was a girl. When we were growing up she rarely shared memories of her childhood with us. I’ve learned to ask and she’s learned to share. I need to start writing them down.
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