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| Saturday, June 03, 2006 |
... earliest memory
I'm 3, maybe 4. I'm still an only child. It's early evening, I think, and my dad comes home from work. He swoops me up, and I start patting around on his denim jacket.
I'm looking for a treat.
I ask, in my little toddler language, if Dad's brought anything home for me.
And he has.
A Butterfinger.
Still my favorite.
posted by Nichole @ 9:35 PM
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AnnieElf says, "Hate to state the obvious but... so SWEET." (3:23 AM, June 04, 2006)
ccap says, "I wish I'd be able to dig such a kind early memory out of my back pocket. I suck at coming up with memories from way back." (12:55 PM, June 07, 2006)
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