Memory

When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I had a playdate with a friend from school. We played with Barbies and other toys, and later on, my mother chased us around the house pretending to be a monster. I remember it as being a time where I was ecstatic to be surrounded by friends and family playing games, and most of all, I remember the color of the brown cabinet that still stands in our living room as I ran by. Now being ten years older, I don’t remember who I had the playdate with, but I remember the feeling of joy that I had running around and being a kid.