Archaic memories... let's see... my first...
I was a three year old and looked up to my older brother, though he could sometimes be a sissy. My family was in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. It was our first night out there and we had just gotten to the hotel room. My father, exhausted, was watching television. My mother told him to watch us as she went to get ice. Without looking in her direction, he nodded and she headed out with the brown bucket. Shortly after my mother left, my father nodded off, and my brother headed for the door. I asked him where he was going, and he told me that he wanted to find my mother. He always was a momma's boy, but I wanted to explore so I asked if I could go too. He took my hand and off we went.
The hotel was HUGE!!!!!!!! I wanted to open each and every door, but my brother just wanted to find my mother. We walked hand in hand all around the hotel, but we never spotted my mother in her signature blue silk nightgown. This is where the tears started. My brother started wailing. I remember sitting next to him, rubbing his back and telling him that it would all be alright. I didn't want attention from strangers. So, I got up, held out my hand, and consoled my brother as we headed back around the hotel. I thought that I remembered the number to our room. 101? No. 118? Uhhhh... maybe, but I didn't think so. I saw room 119 and remembered that our room had ones and an upside down six. I thought this was the one, so I knocked. The door flew open, and there stood my mother in the silk nightgown that felt so soft and cool to the touch. Tears were streaming down her face, and my brother immediately jumped in her arms. I looked around the room and asked where my father was. She said that he was worried and looking for us. Then she told us something about danger and always having an adult with us. I blew it off, gave her a toothy grin, and exclaimed, "Momma, you'd be so proud of me--- I remembered the room number!!!!"
My brother and I- eighties babies
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