Yearly Memories

My earliest memory is when I was 3 and my parents to me to a small orange building that used to be off Saginaw. It was where I first met Mr. Wilson. The man that helped me be able to live a some what normal life. I remember standing inbetween my parents while he gave me a hive five and I laughed then clung to my mom's leg. Every once in a while I remember that day... I remember how painful it all was. I remember the amount of time and effort my parents invested in those first years for me. The trips to my dad's work....the therapy, and the headphones. How much "Part of your World" from "the little mermaid"....had more meaning than I could grasp then. But that memory of the first meeting with him. Priceless. Thats the biggest shift in my life....yet I don't remember most of it.

Unfortunately Mr. Wilson died when I was 12. Car Accident...

I forget that this gift I was given...shouldn't be wasted. Though sometimes I forget that....so they are yearly memories.