I remember the last time I visited Grandma on NW 25th St. trying to figure out what she was spreading on her toast at breakfast until I finally broke down and asked.  (It was chocolate pudding.)

I remember the first movie I saw at a theater was "Snow-White and the Seven Dwarfs" by Disney.

I remember the last time I visited OKC before Grandpa died I set up the projector and even though he was a little out of it, he sat and watched the slideshow with us and seemed to enjoy it.

I remember the commercial, "Pop, pop, fizz, fizz, Oh, what a relief it is!"

I remember as a child I used to collect stamps from all over the world.

I remember my folks used to buy Mellorine instead of ice-cream because it was cheaper.

I remember spending hours in the only non-romance aisle of Jeff City's only used bookstore, Trade-A-Book, and I remember tucking the paper receipt in my wallet for safekeeping, as it was the only proof of my credit balance from books I'd traded in.

I remember the canvas swing-back lawn chairs we had when I was a child and the metal green ones that Dad periodically painted a different color.

I remember washing the little kids' hair in the bathtub and rinsing the shampoo out with a large glass of water that I poured over their heads.

I remember the red cheeks and noses on the kids when they came in from playing in the snow.

I remember how bad I felt after DP wrecked his bike and hurt himself after I'd convinced him to go buy some fireworks for us down by the highway.