Powder Pink Phone- Childhood Memory
When I was 6 I started school and growing up
meant responsibilities. Part of the responsibilities that I took up was answering the
phone. Not any phone but my own phone, it was powder pink. Just right for a girls
room, and rotary fun for dialing. I treasured this phone because it was the very item
that made it possible to talk to my family way in another state. My best friend down
the street, although she didn't have her own phone in her room, she could use her
mom's. We would talk for hours, do our home work together and joke about the
boys. On this powder pink phone we would figure out what we were wearing, make
out our weekend plans and talk to boys as we grew older. On this Phone I made my
first date, received many holiday greetings from family and birth announcements of
new family members, even news if my parents were running late from work. On this
pink phone I grew from adolescent to a young lady. On this pink phone I stayed
connected to everyone that I knew and hold memories dear of the times I held that
little pink phone in my hand up to my ear.
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