My First Memory

My first memory was the Christmas of 1993. That day stands out for me because this was when my dad dressed up as Santa Claus. He rented an old Santa suit from a store and snuck outside when my little sister and I weren't paying attention. Then, he knocked on the door and my mom told me to open it. I just remember standing there in awe as I looked up at him. Then he boomed out a big "ho ho ho" and lifted me up. Needless to say, this was all a little overwhelming for me, so I started crying and screaming for my mom, while my grandma, grandpa, and uncle were chuckling in the corner.