As I was ringing a customer's items at the store where I work, she commented about two little girls who walked by us, hand in hand. They had just had their portrait done in my store's studio. All ribboned hair and cutesy little girl clothing, they walked side by side holding hands. The site of the two little girls had triggered a sweet memory for my customer. She made the comment about how every little girl had that sweet moment of holding hand with a special little friend, and she wished life was that simple again. As I considered the thought I realized that I did not have such a treasured memory. "I don't have that kind of a memory," I commented. Surprised, the lady said, "You don't? Why is that?" I began to explain that as an only child I was raised in a neighborhood where there were no other children. I spent a lot of time alone. My imagination and my pets were my solitary world in childhood....
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