Was probably memories of my mom spending time with me. At that time, I was the only child, meaning that I should be about 4 years old, or younger. Mom taught me how to ride a bike, she played jigsaw puzzles with me, and fixed Lego with me as well. She got me Play-Doh, and we would make all kinds of weird concoctions. She bought those Barney tapes, and also Sesame Street and KidSongs, and I'd watch them endlessly.
It's odd. I never remembered having my dad around. He was there to provide. But I guess that's about it. And I always longed to have an older brother/protective father figure. One who would continuously support me in all that I do. And never lose faith in me.
Hm. I hope the guy that I marry next time wouldn't be shy to show his love and affections for his kids. (:
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