Some of the memories that were brought to my mind was times spent with my parents. On most afternoons or early evenings daddy would make time to spend with me. I realize now how busy he was with all the many tasks that come with the job of being a missionary. But the amazing thing is, he still took time for me. We would do so many fun things together. We had what we called our special tree. It was a fallen tree that was just a short walk from our house. Daddy would put me on top of the tree and I would proceed to walk across it all the while daddy was saying "Here she goes! Can she do it? Is she going to get the gold?" It was exhilarating for me as a little girl. Of course I would always end up getting the "gold" and daddy and I would walk back to the house hand in hand to see if mom needed help with dinner. Another thing that daddy and I would do sometimes is we would ride the motorcycle together.
It was a treat when dad would say that we could go for a motorcycle ride together.I would run up to the house and put shoes on (99% of the time I was barefoot!)I would get my helmet on but I could never figure out the chin strap so daddy would bend down on his knees and help me out even thought I always wanted to do it myself. Daddy would start up the motorcycle and I would hop on the back. I would wrap my arms around daddy and hold on as we took off down the dirt trails. I felt safe having my daddy so close as we zipped around Olkoroi. I loved the sound that the motorcycle made and the feeling that I nothing in the world could touch me. I loved every moment I got to spend with my daddy.
I loved spending time with mommy as well. A lot of the time mommy was in the kitchen and I loved to help cook. One of my favorite cooking activities with mom was making cinnamon rolls. Mom would let me help with every step of the way. Even though I couldn't do it all by myself she still let me do everything I could. I loved learning from her. She would tell me how much of a good job that I did even if I got the whole kitchen messy. Mom knew and still knows how to make me feel special and she knows how to make me feel good about myself.
Another thing that mommy did, is she would put me to bed almost every night (Daddy would too sometimes). She would come in my room and tuck me in bed and lay down beside me. She would scratch my back and she would sing me a song. Sometimes it would be a song that she would make up, other times it would be old hymns. My favorite song that she sang to me was one that she made up. It went like this: "The puppies go night night, the kitties go night night and Angela she goes night night too, And the stars up in the sky all smile and say good night, night night, night night."
This would go on with names of friends, family members and other animals. I love the song and it still brings peace to me.
I love my parents to pieces. They mean the world to me! They helped shape me to be who I am today and I wouldn't be the same without them. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!
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