1. The day that I flipped my rain cloud- When I was in kindergarten, my teacher had little white clouds with bright yellow suns attached to them. If you flipped the cloud over, it would turn into a rain cloud with a lightning bolt. The premise was simple: if you were good you had a white cloud and if you were bad you had a rain cloud.
There was a kid in my class, who was actually a very good friend of mine at the time, who flipped his cloud over every single day. He waited patiently for the day when I, the "Goody Two-Shoes", would finally flip my rain cloud.
I wish that I had at least done something cool to get in trouble but alas, I didn't. Our class had circle time every day at 1:30 p.m. and we went home at 2:00. I looked up and saw that my mom was standing near the window, waiting to pick me up. I got so excited to see my mommy that I ran to the window to be closer to her. My teacher was mad and said, "Chelsea, you can't leave circle time. Go flip your rain cloud."
I remember stopping in my tracks. I was never in trouble. Ever. And I had gotten in trouble because I was excited to see my mom? I remember a tear falling down my face as I flipped the cloud next to my name and I made sure that it never happened again. But my friend was happy that he could finally rub it in my face that I had finally gotten a rain cloud.
2. My red pillow- My grandmother loved to sew and embroider things and when I was very little, she made me a red pillowcase and sewed my name into it. I honestly don't know what age I was when she gave it to me; I just can't remember not having it. She kept it at her house and I would sleep with it during the many weekends that I slept over.
I was over her house a lot and I just absolutely loved it. My grandmother and I were always very close and she spoiled me rotten. My sister had a blue pillow that she loved as well but I was always more emotionally attached to things than she was. It just meant so much to me that she made something for me; it touched me.
I remember sleeping with it, laying on it while my grandmother and I watched Beauty and the Beast, and just loving it because I knew that the bond between my grandmother and I was very special. I know that a pillow isn't a memory but it was the equivalent of a baby blanket. It helps me remember the many, many good times between my grandmother and I and for that, I'll always be grateful.
3. My sister's birth- My mother was induced when she had Kelly and the day that she was scheduled to have Kelly, I had a 102 degree fever. I was four years old and my parents asked my grandmother to take me to the doctor because they had to deliver Kelly. I was asleep on my stomach in the doctor's office and when the doctor came in, he grabbed my leg and flipped me over. I started crying and my grandmother got very upset, understandably so.
So she called my father and told him what happened. My father straightened the doctor out and at 3:41 p.m., Kelly was born. I vaguely remember the rest of that day but I remember falling in love with that little girl. She had my family and I wrapped around her little finger since the day that she was born.
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