The
ABC’s of life. It’s different for every
person and they greatly depend on who your family is. For me, I can honestly say that ninety-eight percent
of my memories revolve around the first three.
A
– Ass whoopins. I didn’t get whipped, I
got whooped, there is a difference. I
will admit, half the whoopins I received I didn’t deserve and I got away with a
lot more than what was known about, so I guess you can say Karma balanced it out.
In
their elder years my grandmother, my mother, and my aunts claim they did not
beat us as badly as the way I tell it. I
love these ladies with all my heart but I have to disagree, you whooped us and
yes, we must have deserved it then, as they so often respond to my insistence.
B
– Books. Reading was just a natural as
breathing. Between everyone in my
family, if we put our book collection together we would have our own personal
library. It was how we passed the time,
traveled to far and exotic places, soared through the clouds, and blasted among
the stars through hyperspace.
C
– Cooking. Food may keep us alive but it’s
the making and consuming of that food that makes our lives worth living. Powerful memories revolve around the aromas
that came from the kitchen and filled the entire house. Little things that can be trigged at the
faintest whiff in the air, bringing a smile to our face, and causing us to
respond, “I remember this one time…”
