Childhood memories-#blogtober14

So for day 14 of Blogtober the prompt is a favorite memory of my childhood.

So not so much a memory as a story since I was pretty young when it happened so I know it through it being told more than actually remembering it.

My dad loved his grandpa and had always told my mom how tough his grandpa was. Such a man’s man. You know hunting fishing,drinking and such. So then I came along. I was the only little one at the time and a girl and my great grandpa loved me. So my mom walks in to the room where he is playing and both of us have these on our heads.

So my mom was like yeah what a tough guy playing with a toddler with a crown made of plastic toys on his head.

This is me I’m being held by my grandpa, my dad is in blue and my great grandpa is in white. My great grandpa died when I was five and my grandpa passed away two years ago.