Sounds of My Childhood By Family First Contributors | December 30, 2020
Go back in time, to your childhood home. Picture the scenes, inhale the scents, and listen closely. What do you hear? 16 Recollections
Elana Moskowitz
For many adults, the sounds of childhood invoke memories of whistling tea kettles, whispered lullabies, and the like. But for my siblings and me, it’s the hum of an electric garage door that takes us down memory lane.
Perhaps it was a structural quirk or a particularly powerful motor, but when the garage door buzzed across its metal track and descended with a thump, the sound projected through every room of our house. And that could only mean one thing: Daddy was home.
My son isn t Jewish but I send him my love from afar
As told to Musia Slavin by Yehoshua Goldberg
How will I do this again? I asked myself when I woke up one Monday morning, soon after I turned 23. I didn’t know if I could keep going through the motions. Make money. Buy expensive things. Make more money. Buy more things. Make even more money. Buy even more things.
I already had the flashiest car on the market and was getting expensive haircuts every three weeks just because I could. I was already going on wild shopping sprees and spending a fortune in high-end stores without checking my bank balance.