I love this. I remember many times my mother telling me the stories of her most precious Christmas memories, and every one of them included receiving an apple and an orange. She said they were rare treats in that time, and I find it so interesting that to this day, our elders still gift children small bags with fresh fruit. It never meant much to me until my mom told me those stories. How spoiled does that sound, right? I love it now though, because it’s almost as if they pack those little bags with not only pieces of fruit, but pieces of their fondest childhood memories. That, to me, is so much more special.
I love this. I remember many times my mother telling me the stories of her most precious Christmas memories, and every one of them included receiving an apple and an orange. She said they were rare treats in that time, and I find it so interesting that to this day, our elders still gift children small bags with fresh fruit. It never meant much to me until my mom told me those stories. How spoiled does that sound, right? I love it now though, because it’s almost as if they pack those little bags with not only pieces of fruit, but pieces of their fondest childhood memories. That, to me, is so much more special.