Memories

Plastics as you might be able to tell have played a role in my life. They have touched all of our lives from the Tupperware your mom used, the 45 records you owned, to my first toy I remember the "Big Wheel".

Mom "aka Emma" as she likes to say was in the kitchen making me lunch. My bottom was sitting safely in the high chair as my flailing arms pounded on the white glossy plastic tray attached to the chair.

For some reason I remember the jar mom was stirring with that rubber coated spoon was filled with green peas.

Memories are funny. Your mind decides to keep some, get rid of others and worst yet keep just partial memories.

I wish I remembered more of this moment in time. Did I like the peas, did mom have to use the spoon to recover the majority of the meal from my face, or did I show the first signs of the stubborn streak that is so apparent in my adult life.

The one thing I know today is I am happy I have this memory.