Describe 3 significant memories from your childhood.

Uhhhh. Well, I can describe three memories that I significantly remember!

1. I remember going into surgery for one of the last of my surgeries (ten operations on scalp, born with 1/3 of scalp covered in cancerous mole.) I remember being wheeled back and the doctors put the breathing thing over my mouth and told me to count, or they were counting, but I only made it through three numbers before I was asleep. Back then, it seemed so normal, but now I wonder what it's like for a doctor--putting an adult under anesthesia is one thing, but a tiny three year-old girl? I wonder what it felt like for them. I have a few other bits of memory regarding the surgeries- getting stitches removed, looking in the mirror at the tube from the tissue expander sticking out of my head, and seeing my head entirely shaved (after the last surgery, they cut it all off.) I looked in the mirror, ran my hands over it, then ran to my parents to let them know it felt like Daddy's face when he hadn't shaved.

2. I remember the only time in kindergarten that I got a sad face (as opposed to a straight or smiley face.) I got straight faces more than I should have, but only one sad face. First of all, I was already pesty because it was costume day or something and I had dressed up as a ballerina. I was wearing an old pair of shoes that had broken, and instead of letting the janitor fix them, my mom let the teacher know that I had an extra pair of tennis shoes, so I had to wear those. At recess, some kid thought he was hot stuff by holding onto the edge of the circular slide so that he was hanging off of it, then inching his way up with his hands till he was a foot or so off the ground. I was not going to be outdone. I went around to the top of the side, then flung myself over the edge so that I was dangling a good five feet or so off the ground. The teachers saw me and, alarmed, came to the rescue and asked me what had happened. I probably would have been fine if I just told them, but I was mad that they had ruined my moment so I crossed my arms and turned away. I still would have been fine except this next part: when recess ended, I refused to move. The teacher had to carry me back into the class as I kicked and screamed in fury.

3. When I was four, my dad shaved his mustache off. I ran outside and hid behind a tree crying. I did not recognize him.

I'm not sure if I remember these because they were so significant or because they are still talked about by my family.

I spent today preparing lasagna and breadsticks for group dinner tomorrow. I made the dough tonight and shaped it and am leaving it in the fridge. According to the Internet, I can still have them rise tomorrow before baking. We'll see how it works!