June 29, 2009
Play Kitchens Build Great Memories
My family was always on the move. My father was a sailor, which meant I never had the same grade school for more than two consecutive years. One of the most important lessons my mother taught me during those years was that people are the same wherever you go. She was right and I remember making dozens of friends through those tough years. I had a small play kitchen that was very realistic. No matter where I moved to, that little kitchen set always became ice breaker when it came to meeting new children. I played for hours with countless friends, pretending to make meals and put away groceries.
