My special memory that I would never want to forget was when I was about 7 or 8 years old. My dad had rented a house right around the corner from the elementary school my older brother and I went to; he brought us to "our new" house and he had not moved any furniture in yet except for our TV and a VHS player. He set up the living room floor with sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows and cooked some popcorn. My dad, my brother, and I had a sleep over right on the living room floor watching movies and hanging out. I remember thinking how cool that was; it was like being away at your own house. It was so special because my mother passed away when I was 2 years old from leukemia; this was the first time my dad had gotten us out on our own. Even though I was 7, I could tell how proud he was that we could do this... and keep living. It was our night of standing on our own feet; even if nothing was moved in yet! =)

Thanks for letting me share; it really is a memory I never want to forget and it made me smile to tell it again!