Tiny Memories of Childhood ala Gita and Sandra

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

1. Finding little pieces of broken glass in the park and thinking they were precious jewels that only I knew about.

2. Discovering how to make an egg cream and considering that one of the most important facts I would ever know.

3. Sleeping over at my girlfriend’s house and confiding that one of the boys in our third grade class held my hand during a fire drill.

4. Running through the streets of New York with my mother at the start of a snow storm and laughing our heads off.

5. Buying a dress all by myself with babysitting money and my parents telling me it was not age appropriate.

6. Realizing that I would not always be young and preparing for that day.

[bolton carley]

1. is something i think every little kid does but it doesn't stick with us till someone like you brings it up! and thanks for teaching me about egg creams.

[Angela]

You made your experiences so easy to imagine and connect with.  #1 is my fave.

[Michelle]

Fantastic!  I think #5 also happened to me.  

[Joey Delgado]

Nice memories. Love #1 and #4. It's so cool that when we're kids we look a broken glass glitterinig on the ground and think, Treasure. As adults we think, The park's so dirty, now I'm about to step on broken glass over here.

[Stephen Torelli]

Snowing in New York City. We love that. Fond memories.

[Teresa]

Every one of these sounds so tender, just memory data but more because the bits are who you are.  Reminds me of the quote, "God is in the details."  Lovely.  My seven year old would completely identify with #1.

[Sandra Davies]

I'm most impressed by no.6 - the preparation following realisation; my attitude has, regretfully, ever been ostrich-like.

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

The ingredients are simple: milk, seltzer water, and chocolate syrup.  But the syrup must be Fox's U-Bet (not easy to get outside NY) and the proportions of the 3 ingredients and the order of adding is a huge secret.

[Gita]

What is an egg cream? I used to hear New Yorkers talk about drinking them but never knew what went in them.