My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was my mother's favorite, and she'd help me with everything.
I would trade everything I have to have had a happier childhood.
I would make my mom buy me the toy doctor kit.
Everything in my life boils down to my mother. A tradition, which a lot of people do not know of, is that while I'd give my father the money I earned, anything that was special to me - like an award or an album - would be given to my mother.
My parents were willing to let me follow my nose, do what I wanted to do, and they supported my interest by buying the books that I wanted for birthdays and Christmas, almost always poetry books.
I would give anything to sit down with my maternal grandmother and have a cup of tea and play Scrabble. She died 10 years ago.
I grew up asking for everything under the sun for Christmas, but I knew I wasn't going to get it all.
My father used to always give me a basketball, a skate board, and a bike every Christmas. That's all I wanted every year.
My mom and I would make bracelets and necklaces, and I would sell it in the first, second, and third grades because that was my lunch money.
My mom would take me to restaurants, and the first thing I'd ask for would be a pen and a napkin, and I'd sketch shoes and shoes and shoes.