AHA! I'm Not Crazy After All!

Once upon time a little girl (really little...like 5) was standing outside in her front yard with her Daddy. He told her that in the sunshine her hair was the color of shiny copper.  There is at least some percentage of a chance that they weren't in their front yard at all. Her adult brain remembered that moment happening in the front yard, but could she really rely on a 5 year old memory?

She was pretty close to the street, picking up seeds off the ground that would be used as pretend food served on a big leaf plate to her sisters who were sitting in the boat. The boat was actually a little red wagon, and the fishing poles were long sticks that they would poke at a leaf shaped "fish" in the grassy pretend water.   But back to the seeds. The seeds were from a tree, the name of which she couldn't recall as a grown up person. She couldn't even really recall what the tree looked like or how the seeds were originally attached to the tree. The girl's Daddy reached into his pocket and pulled out a little jackknife and proceeded to show the girl something magical that day. He cut one of the seeds in half and used the tip of the knife to pop out a perfect little white spoon, right in the middle of that seed. A teeny, tiny little spoon that your Barbie would use in the kitchen of her Barbie Friendship Plane. Then he told her that some seeds had forks, some had spoons and some had knives.  She always remembered that day and even asked a few people later in her life what that could have been but nobody seemed to know. Then a happy thing happened to her last week. Somebody posted that seed on their Facebook page. She was so excited to know she hadn't made the whole thing up in her very busy brain that didn't always remember things exactly as they were. Persimmons! And then she remembered sitting in front of somebody's house waiting for the Christmas parade to come down the street, right underneath a permission tree and she wondered if that moment actually happened in that nice old lady's yard.

It doesn't even matter. She's just so happy to know it did actually happen. And just almost exactly how and where she remembered (kind of).