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What is Your Most Treasured Memory of Your Children or Mother? — 2 Comments

  1. Lovely story, Lyn. My daughter was a few years older than her brother and became his interpreter when he was learning to talk. To this day I don’t know for sure whether she was telling me what he was babbling about or was simply coming up with logical conversation! Then there was the time, when they were much older, when they had a kicking contest. They each kicked at the blank wall in the hallway to see who could kick hardest. She won. And then learned how to patch plaster!

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