I hold dear memories in my heart of my grandma Sally. A few of my favorites are how I would sit on her lap in the kitchen and sing songs like, "Froggy Went A Courtin." Or how she would let me play with her A-Tracks and Record Player, which I am sure I broke on more than one occasion. I remember her telling me stories that I cannot remember: like biting her ankle while she was on the phone with an important client, or pouring tomato soup over my head just to gain the attention of my cousins. I miss her dearly, and often think of her. Today was her birthday.
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