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Not a cloud in the sky, Sunday chicken set to fry. That is how I recall those Summer days. Playing ball just for fun, ice cream when the day is done.. Watching my freckles pop out from the suns rays Colorful kites in the air, Daisy chain in my hair. Over and over in my memory it plays. It was more than a childhood, that Mom, Grandma, Grandpa gave to me. It was more than a childhood. It was a gift of, precious memories Playing Barbie's on the porch, Grandpa in his Bermuda shorts. Big Band music on the stereo. Playing tag with my brother Steve, Ed Sullivan on T.V. Listening while sister practiced her piano. Swimming in our little plastic pool, watching Grandpa work with tools. Seems we were always having fights with pillows. It was more than a childhood, That Mom, Grandma, Grandpa gave to me. It was more than a childhood. It was a gift, of precious memories. Slip and slides in the grass, cold iced tea in a tall glass. Runnin' barefoot through the neighborhood. Gram making strawberry jam, Hear Grandpa cheer a grand slam. On our swing set we'd go as high as we could. Walks down to the Rexall drug Store, we were never, ever bored. I know now, what back then, I never understood. It was more than just a childhood, that Mom, Grandma, Grandpa gave to me. It was more than a short childhood. It was a lifetime gift of precious memories.

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A Precious Gift of Memories

Not a cloud in the sky, Sunday chicken set to fry. That is how I recall those Summer days. Playing ball just for fun, ice cream when the day is done.. Watching my freckles pop out from the suns rays Colorful kites in the air, Daisy chain in my hair. Over and over in my memory it plays. It was more than a childhood, that Mom, Grandma, Grandpa gave to me. It was more than a childhood. It was a gift of, precious memories Playing Barbie's on the porch, Grandpa in his Bermuda shorts. Big Band music on the stereo. Playing tag with my brother Steve, Ed Sullivan on T.V. Listening while sister practiced her piano. Swimming in our little plastic pool, watching Grandpa work with tools. Seems we were always having fights with pillows. It was more than a childhood, That Mom, Grandma, Grandpa gave to me. It was more than a childhood. It was a gift, of precious memories. Slip and slides in the grass, cold iced tea in a tall glass. Runnin' barefoot through the neighborhood. Gram making strawberry jam, Hear Grandpa cheer a grand slam. On our swing set we'd go as high as we could. Walks down to the Rexall drug Store, we were never, ever bored. I know now, what back then, I never understood. It was more than just a childhood, that Mom, Grandma, Grandpa gave to me. It was more than a short childhood. It was a lifetime gift of precious memories.