Greetings to all, here again in this Ladies Of Hive initiation of remembrance, a little difficult to choose just one of so many that I have treasured.
Memories are a wonderful thing! They help us to remain close to family and friends when distance is a barrier. The question is: What is the youngest memory you have? What was the memory and how old were you at the time?.
I see the memory as the chamber that our brain has to keep those treasures as precious as memories, I could say that this is the biggest and richest chest in my mind, there I carry so many experiences, which are accomplices to steal my breath every time one comes to my present.
It is very difficult to choose just one of the many that I have treasured.
Since I was a little girl I have been very eloquent and unusual, I respected and loved animals like crazy, a principle that my parents had instilled in me, I remember I had a cartoon that fascinated me to watch in the afternoons, a classic called Heidy.
My dad who was not far behind in making my days more fun and happy always had some witticisms that I loved, he had the gift of making me love everything he taught me, whether it was electronics, masonry, architecture, everything and everything he knew how to do, he taught me from a very young age, my mom just looked at us and laughed and always let out his favorite phrase, Roger be careful with every crazy thing you teach that girl.
I loved his work tools, whether it was his power tools, or his blueprinting tools, or anything I could imagine building or repairing things with.
One afternoon he had taken longer than usual to arrive home and I fell asleep waiting for him, when in the distance in my dream I hear his voice, and I feel my mom talking to him how angry but laughing, and suddenly I hear a sound that I found very familiar to the television, I jumped out of bed and when I left the room I find the surprise that has left me paralyzed with the impression.
That day my dad had brought me a gift, but what a gift, it was small, furry, four-legged, with a tail. I imagine that the first thing that came to mind was a dog or a cat, but no, to my wonderful surprise it was a cute and beautiful white goat.
I was about 8 years old, boy was I happy, because I loved them, I had always wanted to have one, my mom's face was a complete poem, because we lived in a house and that would be a challenge, because it was not a very big yard, but we gave Snow all the love we could for many years.
It is a memory that marked my life forever, I never thought that one day my dad would show up with such a surprise, but that's how he was, as spontaneous and eloquent as I was. Today he is my guardian angel, but I treasure each and every one of the memories he left me in life, and thanks to those memories I always carry him with me in my present.