It was May Day..the day when neighborhood kids gather twigs, leaves..pretty rocks...flower petals..and..then artistically assemble this bounty of natures finding inside a tiny basket, made out of a grocery bag;...The next task at hand was to decide who in the neighborhood was going to be lucky enough to be the proud owner of this beautiful May Day surprise..The kids, including myself..decided on old man Smith..and mean Mrs Cotton...both needed a lift..a surprise..how we giggled..and ran..all carefree spirits..to knock on the door of mean Mrs Cotton..The fun part was to ring the doorbell..place the basket at the front door and then run away..Mrs Cotton would find the basket and a grin would spread across her face..and the same would hold true with old man Smith.
Precious memories are what keep me going on days when i feel there is no joy left in this world...The joy of a childhood memory can soothe the soul like no other..Try it..close your eyes..look back..feel the warmth of a sunny day..the smell of homemade cookies.. hear your mothers' young voice calling you by name..remember an old photograph where you are grinning from ear to ear...Even if your childhood was not the best..looking back at one good memory will help you feel grounded like no other..you do matter...you are good and worthy...it helps to love the child within..
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