I can’t say that my sisters and I had a really happy childhood, our parents divorced when we were quite young, they remarried quickly and had more children, and we never really felt like we belonged anywhere. I am so glad that my sisters and I had each other to lean on!

Anyway, back to memories! I can remember our mother, before the divorce, chasing us around the house with a can of whipped cream in her hand. When she caught one of us, she would “rassle” us to the floor and tickled us until we opened our mouths to laugh. When we DID open our mouth, she squirted it full of whipped cream!

That was a happy memory. I’ll be trying to come with more childhood happy memories to post. It’s good to try to remember the happy times, and try not to dwell on the unhappy times!