Childhood Memories

Nestled in my bed, fighting an ear infection, I drift back to a wintry day from my childhood. The snow softly falling outside, classical music humming in the background, and my mother’s loving care are etched in my memories.

For the past few days, I have been battling a severe ear infection, eager to be relieved of the discomfort it brings. Childhood memories flood back, reminding me of a particular winter day when the snow lazily blanketed the ground outside.

I reminisce about my semi-adult bed, its full size with raised sides to keep a child secure during sleep. The house resonated with my father’s classical music, wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort while Mama buzzed around, tending to me with endless devotion. She applied Vicks to my chest and back, heated salt in a bag, and placed it gently on my ear, wrapping my head snugly in a scarf until content with her care, allowing me to drift off to rest.

Propped up against a mountain of pillows, I peered out of the window at the serene snowfall. Lost in my thoughts, I reached for my beloved book of paper dolls, meticulously selecting outfits to dress my paper creation.

These memories are precious fragments of cherished moments from my past, painting a picture of love, warmth, and care that has stayed with me through the years.