Dec 04, 2007 04:07
I was a happy child. A good little girl who always obeyed her mother and father. Christmas was special with the family. We decorated the tree together. We had a big dinner on Christmas day. We opened presents on Christmas morning.
I remember waking up early on Christmas Eve morning to help my mother bake cookies for Santa. Gingerbread men were my favorite. I liked to decorate them. Mom made the best peanut butter cookies. She swore Santa loved them as much as me. I doubted that at the time.
My earliest memories all blend together. I remember being a child. I remember being good. I remember being weak. I remember being scared. I remember churches when they represented purity and sanctuary. I remember being someone who I am no longer.
I like who I am now.
I would eat the child I used to be for breakfast.