I remember the time when I was six years old and I had lost the money Mom had given me for a loaf of bread and a quart of milk. It was the first time she had trusted me to go to the store alone. I felt very grown up and happy about it. Then with my arm around the milk and bread, standing in the checkout line with the adults, I had put my hand in the pocket the money should have been in and found the money was gone. I walked through the supermarket five times searching for it on the floor. I retraced my steps back home. I searched my pockets again not believing it was gone but it was gone all right and I couldn't see how I could ever go back home.
So I walked over to the highschool playground and sat watching a pick-up game of basketball some of the older kids were playing, thinking I was going to get it now. Three hours later I forced myself to go home, walking through the shadows of the night time streets, a very unhappy little boy. The worst part was knowing I had let my mother down.
I was crying when I started to tell her what had happened but she didn't care about the dollar as long as I was safe. She hugged and kissed me and said she had gone looking for me and now would have to call the police and tell them I was okay.
Been there, have the welts on my back to prove it.
Bless your mother.
Thank for sharing, childhood memories like this should be treasured and shared, for the others we haven't a garbage-bin big enough.
Nice writing.
Georg
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Bless your mother.
Thank for sharing, childhood memories like this should be treasured and shared, for the others we haven't a garbage-bin big enough.
Nice writing.
Georg
God Bless
Michelle~