Reliving

For the next few entries, I'm going to post photographs of my childhood that I have, and explain them a bit. I've been looking through old photographs, and can't help but remember the sweet memories and stories that each of them carry.

I love this one, so much.
It is so warm.
And it is so very reminiscent of childhood.

I loved laying at the end of that bed while my parents laid on the other side. We would all watch television together, or we'd find ridiculous stories to tell. Dad would always be eating his Welch's grape popsicles in his white Sport Socks and boxers, and Mom would be folding the lavender-scented laundry like usual.

I remember lying there in that exact spot as we all sat around watching the Presidential Election of 1998, when Bill Clinton was re-elected into Office. I remember my Dad being upset, but I didn't understand why at that time. I just knew that something very important was happening to our Country, and that I was an American living through a very historical event.

Likewise, I have just lived through, participated in, and witnessed an even more historic Presidential Election. This year, I wasn't lying on that bed, watching the results flash across the television screen. Instead, I sat in the Albertson's breakroom while I was on Lunch with my other co-workers. We were huddled around a single radio, awaiting the results. While I was sitting there in the silence only broken by radio static, I began to think of this photograph, and more importantly, all the memories that came with it. I was now a grown woman, who fully understood her citizenship and her patriotism, who fully embraced the power of change.

Nonetheless, through all these certain special memories, it always felt like the most comfortable spot on the bed.