When I was a very little girl, perhaps between the ages of three and five, my grandparents on my dad’s side used to babysit me. When my grandfather would come home from work, he would always treat me to a Hershey’s bar of chocolate. This was back when their plain chocolate bars were made up of little rectangular pieces that could be easily snapped apart. It would take me forever to eat that chocolate bar because I would break off one little rectangle at a time and then rub it between my thumb and forefinger until it turned into a gooey mess which I would then happily lick off and then start all over again with the next little rectangle and so on until the bar of chocolate was gone.
Some memories I suppose we will always remember for one reason or another but I believe one of the best ways to retain them is to write them down.
Will you share with us an early memory of your grandparents?