| A Favorite Memory |
| Back when my oldest son was five years old, we went everywhere by city bus, when we couldn't get a ride with a friend. My son was used to waiting at bus stops with me because we rode the bus so much. In order to keep my son entertained during these waits, I would sing to him, and we would talk. I even bought him sidewalk chalk to color on the cement with. Anything to keep him happy. One hot summer day, we were waiting for the bus as usual. My son and I were singing, and he took me by the hands. He began to dance, swivelling his hips and moving in place. As he danced, I noticed a man across the street watching us. As a single mom, I'm very leery of strangers around my children, and he was no exception. After a moment, this man began to take pictures of us. I encouraged my son to continue to dance while I kept an eye on the man because I didn't want to scare my baby. The man took several pictures, saw me watching him, and crossed the street to talk to me. Turns out, he was a photographer for the local paper, and he was going to put our picture in the paper the very next day. He took down our names and my son's age for the caption he was going to write. Sure enough, the very next day, our picture was on the front page, down by the weather forecast. I cut it out and have it in a photo album even now. Our fifteen minutes of fame. |
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