I was three, maybe four years old. It was winter and I was ice skating in the street in front of our house. (The snow often crusts up and ices up inches above the actual pavement during winter in Anchorage.) I was called to come in and I think even enticed with hot chocolate. I was taking off my ice skates while sitting on the stairs of the entry way. There were other doors off the entry way - leading to a bedroom and a bathroom. My grandmother (mom's mom) was in the bathroom with the door open.
I was crying, and she called for me to come sit on her lap. She asked me why I was crying, and I did not know. "Sometimes that just happens," she said. And she gave me some loving pats. And I felt a whole lot better.
Little things I remember about the moment are that she was wearing a night gown. I also remember that she would fold the individual squares of toilet paper accordion-style before using them to wipe. How do we decide what things stick in our minds?