I remember very little about life in New York. We moved to Zion when I was very little. My first memory is being taken out on the porch in my dad's arms during a thunderstorm. I was afraid of the lightning and loud crashes of thunder, but in my dad's arms I felt secure and safe. He wanted to show me that there was nothing to be scared of.
My second memory was on my third birthday, shortly after we had moved to Zion, IL. I remember waking up that morning to find that my dad had built a little Lego sculpture with three little men standing on top. He had used different colored blocks to spell out the words: Happy third birthday! I was thrilled.
Throughout the years, there were probably some things that we did without, because we never had the extra money to spend on those things. But looking back now, I realize how much more we had than so many other families. We had a house full of fun and laughter. And most importantly we had - and still have - each other.
My second memory was on my third birthday, shortly after we had moved to Zion, IL. I remember waking up that morning to find that my dad had built a little Lego sculpture with three little men standing on top. He had used different colored blocks to spell out the words: Happy third birthday! I was thrilled.
Throughout the years, there were probably some things that we did without, because we never had the extra money to spend on those things. But looking back now, I realize how much more we had than so many other families. We had a house full of fun and laughter. And most importantly we had - and still have - each other.
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