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My favorite memory with my dad:
When I was little I remember I wanted to go outside and draw on teh driveway with sidewalk chalk, and I asked my dad to come with me. So he did. I think it was late in the evening, but it was just me and him outside, and he would draw whatever I asked. My favorite was the cat I asked him to draw. They were my favorite animal at the time.
My favorite memory with my mom:
When I was little and I would go to the pool with my mom she would hold onto my hands and spin me really fast in the pool and sing, "motor boat, motor boat, go so fast. motor boat, motor boat, step on the gas." and she would stop and usually I would swim back into her and take a break while she held me up. then she'd do it again. or I'd splash her and she'd dunk me, or I'd try and dunk her.
My favorite memory with my sister:
When I lived in Florida, probably the closest my sister and I have ever been, I was going to my first school dance. I was in 7th grade I think, and I was really nervous. So my sister taught me how to dance in her room, then she let me borrow some of her clothes (this was a big thing at that time, she hated sharing clothes with me) and she did my hair and make up for me. It meant more to me than she probably knew.
My favorite memory with my brother:
heh this one is hard to choose. quite a few stick out. I think for now I'm going to go with a more recent one. We were walking home in the rain from the bus stop. and I really had to pee so I asked if he'd carry my backpack for me so I could run home. And he grudgingly he did. He ran with me. and we decided to cut through the golf course. And he ran ahead of me and he slipped in the mud and literally his feet flew over his head and both our backpacks just landed on top of him as he hit the ground. we were both laughing so hard. I had to stop and sit down I was laughing so hard. He was covered in mud. I seriously think we laughed about that for the rest of the day.
When I was little I remember I wanted to go outside and draw on teh driveway with sidewalk chalk, and I asked my dad to come with me. So he did. I think it was late in the evening, but it was just me and him outside, and he would draw whatever I asked. My favorite was the cat I asked him to draw. They were my favorite animal at the time.
My favorite memory with my mom:
When I was little and I would go to the pool with my mom she would hold onto my hands and spin me really fast in the pool and sing, "motor boat, motor boat, go so fast. motor boat, motor boat, step on the gas." and she would stop and usually I would swim back into her and take a break while she held me up. then she'd do it again. or I'd splash her and she'd dunk me, or I'd try and dunk her.
My favorite memory with my sister:
When I lived in Florida, probably the closest my sister and I have ever been, I was going to my first school dance. I was in 7th grade I think, and I was really nervous. So my sister taught me how to dance in her room, then she let me borrow some of her clothes (this was a big thing at that time, she hated sharing clothes with me) and she did my hair and make up for me. It meant more to me than she probably knew.
My favorite memory with my brother:
heh this one is hard to choose. quite a few stick out. I think for now I'm going to go with a more recent one. We were walking home in the rain from the bus stop. and I really had to pee so I asked if he'd carry my backpack for me so I could run home. And he grudgingly he did. He ran with me. and we decided to cut through the golf course. And he ran ahead of me and he slipped in the mud and literally his feet flew over his head and both our backpacks just landed on top of him as he hit the ground. we were both laughing so hard. I had to stop and sit down I was laughing so hard. He was covered in mud. I seriously think we laughed about that for the rest of the day.