This week's Hump Day Hmm over at theartfulflower.blogspot.com is to write about a childhood memory that stuck with you and why. I wanted to write about something happy, so I chose a time when I was 10.
My cousin, who is exactly 5 months and 11 days younger than I am, was living with us at the time. We shared a room, and we pretty much shared everything else too. When I went to play at a friend's house, she came along. When I went to school, she came with me. I was having a hard time suddenly sharing my life, so I was really looking forward to the annual, after Christmas, trip to Granny's house. My Granny was a special person. She knew how to make anyone feel extra special.
We all piled into the two cars in which we'd caravan, and started driving. Just out of town, one of the two broke down. The mechanic stated that he could fix the car, but due to the season, it would take several days. My family had a short council, and ,much to my consternation, the decision was made for my mom and me to stay home since there would be room in one car for everyone else.
Heart broken, I watched my two sisters, brother, dad, and cousin drive away. When they had completely disappeared, I turned and trudged back into the house. My mom surprised me with, "What fun things should we do while they're gone?"
We had a ball the whole week they were gone. My mom and I rented movies, popped popcorn, played games, and most importantly had my first sewing lessons. I sewed my first pillow case and my first pair of shorts that week. I can still see my mom patiently bending over me teaching me how to unpick a seam without tearing the fabric.
Now, sewing is one of my favorite hobbies. I love sewing so much that I'm starting my own company. Thanks, Mom for making a potentially horrible time so special. I love you!