Kicking off my big, over-sized boots, exhilarated and exhausted after the last sleigh ride down the snowy, icy hill for the day.
Shaking off my big, fluffy mittens, laying them on the paint-peeling hissing radiator to dry.
Holding my hands over that paint-peeling hissing radiator, rubbing them together to make the sting of the cold go away.
Sitting in the corner of the living room, my corner of the Christmas tree, my little area pinned against the wall, next to the paint-peeling hissing radiator, fondling each gift in my stack of gifts, stacking and re-stacking them in the order I planned to open them, usually figuring out which ones were clothes, maneuvering these to be opened first, leaving the anticipated coolest toy for last.
Listening to the paint-peeling hissing radiator's clicking and knocking, I realize there's no other place I'd rather be.
You have quite a memory from when you were 8 years old ! We chuckled at the "paint-peeling hissing radiator". Loved your comments.
Posted by: Mom | December 23, 2004 at 10:03 AM
I remember those days well. Very innocent time of life.
Dan
Posted by: Dan | December 23, 2004 at 01:29 PM