Monday Muses:Childhood Memories

I had many great and not so great childhood memories. Many good memories, like going to my sleep-away camp for the first time, or going to my first baseball game, meeting my cousin for the first time, and going to texas for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. Or the bad ones like when my close friend died in 3rd grade, or when my friends and I got in a huge fight. One of happiest memories is the day I found out I was a big sister:

I remember walking into the hospital clutching my dads hand, bubbling up with excitement. My dad pushed open the big door to my moms room and I ran inside. My mom looked up grinning and waved me over from her hospital bed.I ran over and and put my arms around her.
   "Where's my little sister?!" I asked dying of curiosity
.My mom reached over and picked her up from her bassinet, as my dad lifted me up on my moms bed. My careful placed her in my arms, then placed a hand nuder her head to help me hold her. I held my little sister close and beamed.
    "What are gonna name her?" I asked, still holding her.
My reached over and plucked her out of my arms and put her back in her bassinet. She then put an arm around me.
   "We were thinking Ruby." My mom said looking at my dad, then down at me.
    "Hmmm..." I thought about it for a second. "I wanna name her Rosa! We can call her Rosie for short!"
   "I think it's gonna be Ruby." My dad said smiling.
    "I think Rosie!" I argued.
     "We really like Ruby." My mo cut in.
I let out a big dramatic sigh. "Alright fine. As long as you promise your next baby is named Rosie!"
My parents laughed knowing there would  be no more babies. "Ok we promise."
Nothing could crush my spirit. I had a little sister!