Childhood Resurfacing
I was at the mall today to pick up a CD that I wanted to get. Yes, I sometimes still want a hard copy of my music instead of just a digital form. What can I say, I’m an old fashioned young guy. Well, relatively young compared to some people who may be reading this. I also wanted to see if the grocery store there had pizzas on sale, which they did, but that’s not really my point here now, is it? (That was a lot of commas.) While going between the music/movie store I see this woman with her baby on her stomach, feeding it. I wasn’t sure how she was feeding it, and out of curiosity I turned my head to see. Luckily she was bottle feeding it. I’m not sure what I would have done had she been breast feeding her child in the middle of the mall. This isn’t my entire story. This is only what sparked my memory of a past experience. A memory that has been around for probably about nine years or so and fades only to come back to the surface every once in a while. I was at