I spent this past weekend cleaning up around the house, organizing boxes. All of this was to find something specific, which alas it was nowhere to be found. What I did find were some old photo albums. Won’t you agree with me when I say there is this feeling of
Looking through those photos brought back memories. Seeing pictures of my old cat Tom (who lived to be 20yrs old) my sister, our old bedroom that we shared. Those memories got me thinking about what some of my favorites were. There wasn’t anything I would trade for my summers playing in the backyard with my father’s tools. Or going to park for a game of Frisbee. But what were some of my favorite memories??
Then I was reminded when I saw some of my old books. Some of the best memories of my childhood are when my father and I would read. It wasn’t even always reading the same book together; often he would pick me up a comic book and get a classic car magazine for himself. We would go out back, sit in one of his cars (my father was an auto body repair’s man, specializing in classic cars) and read. Even though we didn’t always read a book “together” we still read together.
When the weekend is upon us what will we do? We take the time to schedule activities, make arrangements, run errands. Can we take some of that time and schedule reading? It won’t cost anything rather; it will create memories that money can’t buy!