Ok, this is off topic.
Why would I show my age. Because I own it. I own the day, the year, and the town – St. Petersburg. Ok, so I don’t own it in the sense that I can get out of parking tickets and stuff. But I’m certainly not ashamed.
We didn’t live there long but I have real memories of the place. And, it’s no surprise that I remember “The Nature Trail” and Sunken Gardens.
I remember the alligators and the fact that the “daddy” ate some of the babies. What a meany, that had to be moved to a different quarters.
I was the largest baby and the last one for my mom and dad.
I also was the only one who did not get a hand-made Christmas stocking from the lady who told my mom that “if she had another boy, she was not making a stocking.” She held to that promise – or threat. The brothers had stretchy homemade haulers, while I had a felt stocking that barely held anything other than an orange, some walnuts, and a candy cane.
Welp. That’s what I wanted to share. Thanks for reading. Have a blessed day. Where were you born? What are your earliest memories?