Every blasted birthday gift, vacation and kind word of love offered to my tot before age 6 has been flushed down the memory toilet. Those hand knitted booties, dozens of summer afternoons swinging the park and bonus rounds of peek-a-boo are good as dead, her recollection wiped like a reformatted hard drive.
Even trips to Grandma's/Pa's house are not immune to the mind reaper. Years of extended-family Christmas, Easter, Birthday and brunch get-togethers tossed into the mental burn barrel.
I showed Pigtails these pictures from family gatherings. Sorry Nana and Papa, she doesn't remember a lick of it.