The Attic

The attic in my parents house holds many treasures.

We may tease Mom about hoarding, but I had no idea how many happy memories could come from a box.

Toys trigger memories of playing with my siblings. Some of my favorites were the Magic Nursery Dolls. Gifts that were given by my paternal Grandmother, who died when I was thirteen.

My heart lit up to remember the days before the Nintendo and other electronic entertainment; when the parents still had a 12 inch black and white TV with bunny ears.

As a small child I was given a Fisher-Price MEDICAL KIT.

(They still make them and they are quite similar.)

I thought that I had worn that thing out.

Somehow it survived the countless hours of check ups I performed on my sibling, the toys, and even myself.

It was my first interest in the medical profession. In kindergarten I had hoped to grow up and become a ballerina. But second to that I knew I wanted to be a Doctor!

No wonder I ended up a medic in the Army.