Seeing my grandfather

I was very young. I was in a room and saw my grandfather (I found out this part later) sitting in a chair. I remember thinking, "Gee, he looks like a nice person to be with."

I crawled across the room and pulled at his pant's leg until he stopped reading and picked me up.

I've just always had this memory.

Posted By: Margaret Hopkins
Francophile, Southern California

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