– Alex –
I am fortunate enough to be able to say that I had a wonderful and memorable childhood. Although I’m not as creative as my mother was, I always enjoyed the times spent together. I remember sitting and talking for hours with my mum as she sat behind her sewing machine…the spot she enjoyed the most! I miss her dearly.
One of my fondest memories is from when I was about 6 or 7 years old. I remember I loved to cut paper into little pieces. No logic behind my cutting, just liked how I could take a big sheet of paper (well it appeared big but was really A4 in size) and turn it into lots of little pieces. This night I recall the safe and loved feeling that washed over me as I turned a piece of paper into hundreds of little cut pieces. My mum was cooking in the kitchen, I was in my clean, warm pyjamas and my dad was watching TV in the lounge room where I had literally pieces of paper all over the coffee table.
I look back on my childhood memories and I can see why I love paper so much. Not once did my dad ever prevent, discipline or yell at me for having little pieces of paper everywhere. Every memory I have revolving around crafts and paper is a happy one. Even to this day, my dad will often remind me of how I loved to cut paper and made a mess in doing so, but he always talks in an endearing manner.
I love both my mum and dad very much and I thank them for the success I enjoy today!
i love you because…
You were always there for me.