My Special Day

Several years ago when I was a little girl, we visited my grandmother every Sunday.  Once a month after our visits, my mother and I would drive into the city where there were a few big department stores.  Sometimes for a special treat, we would stop at a fast food place near one of the stores.  In the early 60s, fast food places were not common.  People just didn't eat out like they do today.

To celebrate my birthday this week, my family asked where I wanted to eat.  I replied, '"McDonalds", because we were going to be celebrating on Sunday.  I explained that going to eat there would remind me of the special times my mom and I had.

A few years ago when Eric and I were in Illinois, we found the site of the first McDonalds restaurant.  It was exactly like the one where we would eat on Sundays.  It was a good stroll down memory lane for us as we began to talk about our childhood.  Such little things back then now seem like big things.

The 10 of us ate lunch together yesterday.  The little ones had their burgers, fries and orange drink.  Just like I had, years ago.  I wonder if they will remember it in years to come.