Favorite childhood memory
Some of your childhood memories are remembered because a family member tells you how that memory went. This one in particular I remember becaus it was one my mother and I had together. It was a great day and only years later talking to my mother about it did I learn the real story behind it.
I was about 8 or 9 years old, it was a couple days after Christmas. I was home playing with some of my Christmas toys and my mother let me know we were having company. I hated the idea of company because that meant I had to play quietly while the adults talked, most of the time it was my mom and her friends gossiping about the neighbors. This time was different the door bell rang, I called my mom and she told me to open the door... "WHAT THE..." the elf covered his mouth I laughed. There were two elf's at my door. My mom walking behind me called me rude and said I should let them in it was cold. They were both dressed like santa elf's. They brought into the living room two boxes one almost the size of me and one small one that looked like it had a big book. Both had my name. I asked my mom if it was alright to open she smiled and said yes.
Inside the big box were tones of toys barbies, puzzles, board games, coloring books, crayons, markers, hats and gloves a new coat and some clothing. The smaller box had a blue and green strip elf hat and a folder. The folder had a letter explaining that Santa was always watching me and that he was sorry for not coming soon enough. In the folder were some school test and letters to him that I had written. He said "keep up the good work and be nice."
This memory is mine and it had stuck to me because when I was about 18 years I had moved into my own apartment. I went to visit my mother and for some reason I asked her how she made that happen. I knew at my age Santa wasn't real, and my mom didn't have enough money to pay someone to do that. My mother explained to me that she always wanted the best for me and pushed to make sure I had everything and that I was feed and well clothed. I was adopted and still had my foster agency in my life. She had asked them to do it for me. She knew how hard I worked in school and my grades where good. She had explained to them that I deserved to have an amazing Christmas and she felt bad she couldn't do it. I hugged her so tight and said thank you.
This memory will always be my favorite childhood memory. It is my own no one told me how it was because no one knew but me and my mom. Till this day I am thankful for what she has done.
