No one said it had to beΒ my childhood memory, right?

Taken in Havana, Cuba, with permission from the dad.

The little boy seemed so joyful to be sitting there in the street helping his dad fix his bici-taxi and I loved seeing them there. It seemed like one of those memories that they’re likely to replicate over the years and that the little boy will always associate with his dad.

Postcards & Polkadots Childhood Memory (Photo Challenge)

One of my fave childhood memories is my Dad letting me skip piano lessons to go play car racing games against each other at the arcade instead.

What’s a fave childhood memory of yours?

Talk to me, yo!