I Remember

I remember being held by my mother on a warm summer day. She was carrying me while walking down a sidewalk in our neighborhood. I must have been 1 or 2 years old.

I remember the day my brother came home from the hospital after being born. It was a beautiful sunny day in May of 1978. Someone handed me a Scooby-Doo clock with detachable numbers that could be rearranged like building blocks. As I was given this gift I was told it was from my brother.