December is not a good month for me. Many bad memories of Christmases in an alcoholic family come up. I have to struggle through as best I can each year.
Here I am at 3 years old. Wasn't I sweet an innocent then?
My grandmother was my favorite person as is so true for many small children. I was the only daughter of their only daughter so I think they thought I was pretty special. Those days were happy before it got really ugly.