Bath

I was always dirty. Dirty may be an understatement. I was a filthy mess and a bath almost every night was required. Mom found it easier when I was smaller to just give me a bath in the kitchen sink. I’d sit cross-legged in our large steel sink and Mom would wash the grime off of me. She’d wash my hair and when I was done, wrap me in a big towel and send me off to put on my pajamas. Baths in the sink were fun and I remember giggling a lot. I wish I still fit and I wonder if they still would be so much fun.