This picture was taken the infamous Christmas of 2006. It's the storefront window to my parent's flower shop. The Christmas windows have always been my favorite; they remind me of the opening scenes to so many classic Christmas movies where kids have their faces plastered to the glass, trying to sneak a peek at the much-coveted toy they hope will be under the tree for them this year.
It also brings back memories of when my parents first bought the shop when I was in grade school. I remember how big the building felt and it was so cool exploring a new space that was ours. I also distinctly remember eating packets of cheese crackers and drinking twister that I had bought from the health food store next door almost every day. (It's amazing how many of my memories are directly tied to food)All in all, this building is a huge part of who I am. It's not just my parent's business; it's where I grew up--where I spent my sick days, snow days and summer breaks. My creativity is almost all a direct result of the myriad of materials I had at my hands in this place: making cars out of cardboard boxes and costumes out of ribbons and balloons. I can't even begin to tap the number of memories linked to this one photo, but suffice it to say they all make me happy and that should say more than anything.
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Aww, I like that picture. That brings back memories for me as well. Thanks for participating. I don't usually do these things either, but this was a fun one.
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