If you ask my daughter Lynnafred what her earliest memory is, she'll tell you, "The time Dad was locked in the freezer."
She was about two years old, and we were grocery shopping at Edwards, a now-defunct store in Enfield. At the end of one of the frozen food gondolas, they had a large stand-up freezer case for bagged ice. It happened to be empty the day that we were there. I was walking on ahead of the wimmins - Lynnafred in the toddler seat of the shopping carriage Maryanne was pushing. I stepped into the freezer and waited, and as they came around the corner I pressed my hands and face to the glass and called out, "Maryanne! Help! Help me!"
Maryanne (briefly) looked surprised, but Lynnafred's reaction was awesome - an initial look of shock and then total, uncontrollable laughter - an "I BROKE YOU!" kind of laughter.
All of her life, I've tried to give her unique, challenging, and - most of all - stupidly funny experiences. She's grown into a exceptional human: confident, adventurous, curious, creative, and with a rare outlook on life that's part wonder and part cynical. She's been a writer since she could hold a pencil, and you've read some of her food and pop culture reviews here on Dave's Cupboard.
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