nefansince75
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Really simple one. My grandmother was a hard-ass. I really didn't like her.... But when I was about nine I had my tonsils out at the hospital where she worked. I woke in a anesthesia haze and saw her sitting by my side wanting to hold me. I didn't really want to be held but could see in her eyes how much she wanted to hold me, so I let her. From that day forward I saw her in a different light.What is your favorite childhood memory?
As a kid my family didn't have much. My father had difficulty keeping a job. My grandparents did a lot to help support us and give us perceived luxuries like soda and snacks. I was jealous of what other kids had, but knew one important reality... I had the best grand parents.