Your Favorite Childhood Memory

[Just_G]

Great thread Diva!

I remember when I was 4-5 years old, I would hear the garage door go up when dad got home from work, I would run into the bathroom and slick my hair over like he wore his, and I would run and hide. I would hear him come in, and he would start walking all over the house saying, "Now where is my little buddy?" "G, where are you?" "Hmmm, I can't find my buddy!" Then he would find me...it was always so exciting even though we did it all the time.

When I was 6 I started going to work with my dad on Saturdays. I would put on my little McDonalds jeans that had a matching vest so I would be dressed like my dad. I would sweep the floors with the big wide mop broom...making more of a mess than cleaning one up, I am sure. Dad and grandpa would both be there, working the crossword puzzle and giving me little chores to do so I felt like I was working. After the shop closed, he would take me for a happy meal because I "worked" so hard. ( I am now 4th generation in that business, but don't work for happy meals any more. ) We have pictures here at the office of me all dressed up and "working" at the shop.

Some of my best childhood memories revolve around this business now that I think about it.