I miss watching Star Trek: The Next Generation episodes with my dad.
My mother used to encourage us to set traps and build fortresses in the basement on cold Chicago days…or any other day.
1/3 of the times I climbed trees I would get stuck and ladder would have to be brought. I still climb trees at the age of 24. It’s just that there are few trees in Israel.
The backseat of the minivan was my territory on family road trips. I could lay there for hours daydreaming while the colors of whatever state we were driving through ran past the windows.
I used to fall asleep in the grass underneath the maple trees.
It is hard to remember how many toads and lizards we captured with our bare hands. We must have buried at least 3 or 4. My mother provided boxes from jewelry as coffins.
Daddy and Granddaddy put up a swingset in our backyard…the concept of concrete was fascinating.
Every time Mamanjoon would visit she would bring a container of baklava just for me, and sneak it to me and say “This is for you, no one else.”