It's funny, the other day I was minding my own business, brushing my hair, when all of a sudden this memory just popped into my head. Nothing that I was doing SHOULD have compelled my brain to bring forth this memory, but since it did I figured I would share it with you.
So this one time (because every good story starts like that), I was about four years old and my mom took me with her to the dentist. I remember walking in and seeing all these elderly people either sleeping or just staring off into space, clearly bored. While my mom was inside getting her check-up done, I took one of those little chairs from the Playing Center and set it right in front of all the waiting seniors. I then took all the picture books from the Reading Corner, sat on the chair and began to read aloud. I really don't know what made me do that, but I just did it without wondering what kind of consequences there may or may not be. I remember looking up and seeing all the elders' faces looking at me, like they were listening. When my mom came back out, one of the elderly women told my mom how good at reading I was, even though I probably wasn't. I actually didn't even put the chair and books back, I just took my mom's hand and walked out, feeling proud.
Isn't that weird? How such memories can just come at you at random moments? I remember that time now like it was yesterday, although before it hit me I had never even thought of it. Those were the good times weren't they? Well, I started wondering where those people might be right now. But I figured, I don't really want to know. I just want to remember those kind, wrinkly faces whose one simple act of listening gave me a great feeling inside. Until next time, Cheemo!
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