Ever Christmas Eve, we had a tradition in our house. My dad would read The Night Before Christmas. While this isn't a big gift or funny story to remember, it's a wonderful memory I will always have and cherish. These are the types of memories I hope Hadley will one day have as well.
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I really thought long and hard about this first memory. I wanted to try and think back as far as I could. I remember when I was in first or second grade open presents on Christmas morning. One of my last presents came in a big box. I ripped open the paper, just like every little kid, excited to see what was inside. When I peaked inside the top of the brown cardboard box, I was frightened to see an eye staring back at me. I looked up at my parents with big, bright eyes wondering what Santa brought me. My mom insisted that I continue open the gift but I was terrified.
"There's an eye!" I kept yelling.
Finally, with the help of my dragon slaying dad, I proceeded forward and opened the rest of the box. To my surprise, there was not monster or live animal in the box. In fact it was the complete opposite. I was the proud new owner of a teddy bear sleeping bag! They eyes (which was where my head would lay) were glaring at me through the box.
That teddy bear sleeping bag lasted a long time and went to quite a few slumber parties with me. It was also fun to lay in around the house!
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