My earliest memories are of me when I was 4 years old. Birthdays were a big thing to us. We only got 1 present but it was always great. Sometimes it would be homemade but once in awhile something new. My dad had to travel out of state for his work to take a class and he was coming home on my birthday. Mom had made it a special day for me telling me that I was the only one going to the airport with her to pick dad up. I can remember my face against the glass watching for my dad to get off the airplane. It was so exciting to me to be in this big place and watching all these people. Oh there he is, I see him! But wait what is he carrying in his arms? Could it be for me? As I ran to meet him he opened his arms up and said Happy Birthday little girl. He then handed me a box with a doll in it. It was not a normal doll because this one walked. Yep a walking doll. What a birthday to remember. I sure do miss my dad these days.