Memories

I don't know why I hold on to things from my childhood, but there are some things I just can't let go. The doll was my mother's and was handed down to me when I was 6 or 7. 
My father bought the panda bear for me when I was 8 and in the hospital. I had seen it in the hospital gift shop and begged him for it. I will never forget him coming into my hospital room and pulling it out from behind his back. That was almost 40 years ago.
So today I look back.... and smile.