My holiday memory is of my last Christmas with my mom. I was 6. I couldn't wait until the next morning, which was Christmas. My brothers and I woke up at 6 a.m. We had to wait until my mom and dad were awake. Finally, they woke up, and we opened presents. I got a mini-game computer and a fire truck. I still have both of them.
Then me, my mom, my dad, my sister and my brother went sledding. First I went, but my brother knocked me off of it. After sledding, we went back home and played with our toys. My grandma and grandpa came over and gave us presents. I can't remember what they got me. Two or three months later, my mother died from liver cancer. We all cried.
(Holiday Memories, written by Nevada Appeal readers, will appear through Dec. 25.)