# 6

only have 2 more days to tell my holiday stories...
when I was about 12, I was old enough to start babysitting (other peoples' kids...I already was a master at my own brothers and sisters...) *have to add a little something that just came to mind* I did not have a lot of friends in school, (& by this time my mom had given up on private schools and we were going to public schools) but once a co...uple of friends of mine knew how many babies were in my household they begged to come over (to play with the babies, not me...) anyway not sure how I started babysitting for this one family, they had 4 little girls, the cutest little things, and I truly loved them...this was the normal family that I had always longed to be a part of and the kids loved me also...for Christmas the year I worked for them, I had saved my money and bought each of my brothers and sisters a small gift and they had given me a pretty little locket, I regifted that to my mom...that Christmas I remember as being sort of all right, we had food, and my mom had made her date nut pinwheel cookies and we seemed happy...instead of construction paper chains, we made them out of newspaper and old Sear's catalogues...I think my mom appreciated me babsitting cause I always came home and gave her my money and I babysat for this family for a long time...