Chilhood Memory

My Childhood Memory pass water you perpetu aloney had a flashback of a retrospect from when you were an infant? Or have you ever sit down thither and wished you were a petty kid again? Well that happens to me all the time, and even it you dont reckon it probably has happened to you. well(p) Im going to tell you well-nigh a childhood memory that Ive had I remember every Sunday would sit there with my father In the living populate and turn back scxcer, I was only about 6 years old, and I sat there for hours and watched squad after(prenominal) team play.I neer knew what was going on, yet in some way tound it fascinating. Atter very goal, Id weep at the top of my lungs out of inflaming whoever my dad said was behind I would root for, I dont know why, but of all time liked the underdog. My father would eternally order pizza and go after the first game ended. I was a little girl but that never stopped me from eating about wings and at least two slices of pilla, that was so much I felt Ilke my back up was about to explode so had to calorie-free up the mess me and my dad made. ould then go into the living room to watch the end ot the second game. We then would always go get ice clobber afterwards always got a umber milkshake, my dad got a scoop of vanilla extract on a ugar cone,