My favorite memory was an Easter Sunday when I was about five or six years old. We were living in Oklahoma on a farm way out in the country. All the neighbors were invited to the home of a family close by to join in a day of eating, playing and hunting Easter eggs. As I recall, we were out in a meadow type area and there were trees around the edges of the property and lots of spring flowers in bloom. I don't know what we ate but I recall tables covered with lots of food.
Even at that young age, I loved music and one of the older boys asked me if I would like to hear him play his guitar. Of course I told him yes and was very excited that he wanted to play songs for me. I'm sure everyone listened but I felt that he was playing just for me.
I have never forgotten that day. I have many fond memories of living on the farm but this one always comes to mind first!