Childhood Revisited

Having children has a way of bringing vivid memories of your own childhood crashing back to you. Sometimes, like when they're crying because a friend has been mean to them, it can be heart-wrenching. Other times it's just amusing. Like today, for instance, as Olivia decided that she no longer needs my help getting bandaids down from the cabinet. I can't remember how many times I climbed onto counters when I was a kid (still have to sometimes!). Guess it's time to invest in stock in bandage manufacturers since I won't be able to control access to them as easily now...