I asked for reader’s questions to use as writing prompts and Lucy from Lucy’s Reality asked “What is my favorite childhood memory?”
I am lucky, with the exception of my father passing away when I was only fourteen, I had an excellent childhood. I was the only child to two loving parents. I have so many great memories, but this one just makes me smile….
My mom was in her late thirties when she had me. She was used to being very busy and worked her entire life. She stopped working when I was born. Then when I was about two years old, her mother had her leg amputated, and moved in with us. My mother became her primary caregiver. She passed away when I was four years old, right around the time when I started kindergarten. My mom went from being very busy to having nothing to do. She wanted to go back to work, but my dad was against the idea. Classic 70’s bull…. But she started working part-time anyway.
He didn’t want “her money”, so she used it for all fun stuff. I had no complaints!
When I was in forth or fifth grade Cabbage Patch Kids came out, and they were all the rage. Like everyone my age I was dying for one. They were IMPOSSIBLE to find. It took a while, but I finally got my first one, Marcy Marjorie. Soon after, my mom decided she wanted one too. I then had a “brother” – Herbie Brent.
Then something strange happened. My mom became obsessed with the dolls. She would pick me up at school, and before having to do homework, we would drive around to various toy stores searching out for different dolls – a brown haired boy with green eyes, a red haired girl with brown eyes. Our collection grew and grew. My dad was oblivious. My mom and I had a blast. Before I knew it there was over forty Cabbage Patch Kids on display in the spare bedroom. But my favorite moment was when we couldn’t find a blond haired girl with short hair and green eyes no matter how hard we looked. Finally, rather than give up our quest and admitting defeat, we gave a blond haired boy with green eyes a “sex change” in the back seat of my mom’s car….
A few years later my dad passed away. Working became not something my mom did for amusement, but something she had to do in order to keep a roof over our heads and food in the fridge. She often looked back on the days of frivolously spending money with regret. After all, if she knew then what the future had in store for us, she would have saved that money. All the money she spent on those dolls could have been put to better use later – making both of our lives much easier. But we didn’t know it at the time. We were carefree – a mother and daughter just fooling around. And I think that that is why the memory stands out so much. It truly was an age of innocence…
So now I ask you… What is your favorite childhood memory?