I remember my father walking up the block, coming home from work -- two bags of bread in his right hand, white and rye -- and I would run to him, whereupon he'd put the bread in the other hand, bend down, and scoop me up. This happened innumerable times.
I remember the sleigh ride down the hill in Sunset park, where I crashed headfirst into a broken bench and shazrds of ice, and went home hurt and with a bloodied face.
I remember tumble saulting at Taffy & Terry's, and nothing else.
My baby doll in the Christening outfit.
The neon Pontiac sign, an Indian head, across the steet from where we lived.
My parents, aunts, uncles and cousins outside of there on summer nights. Cousin Joey riding me around in his red wagon.
Keeping an eye on either my cousin Ed or Carol, while my aunt Evelyn went upstair to get something.
One of my most vivid memories is a pipe dream -- I remember watching my mom and dad in a ballroom dancing contest on tv. My mom wore a gold gown. They won a vaccum cleaner (that happened to be the one we owned.)