I have a favorite memory. You may too. Most people do.
My favorite memory is of sitting on my Grandpa Swanson's lap while he would sit in his easy chair. He always wore a feather in his hat and I loved taking them out and sticking them in my hair. That was always a happy place for me to be, sitting on his lap and visiting.
A few weeks ago during a skype conversation with my parents, Gig looked just like Grandpa Swanson. He was wearing a different type of cap and the feather was a little bigger than I remember, but it reminded me of my favorite memory.
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