This one time...

I love my family. More in retrospect and from a few cities away in my twenties, but even up close and personal, I love my parents and my grandmother. At the end of my life, or even after a few quick keystrokes into my laptop in these moments, I would like to be able to show them and whoever else wants to know what I remember of them and of my childhood growing up in their care. In no chronological order, I present you page after page of specific memories; parts of which may have been altered to complete details I have forgotten over the years. These are all true or almost true events from my birth until present time.