7A-46 I don’t remember being held as a child. I do remember being told to go play with my “teddy bear”; a lot. My memories of my mother are varied and both happy and sad, but I don’t remember her hugging me close to her body and feeling loved by her touch. My father hugged me on his knee when he read to me at about age four. That is a happy memory of being touched warmly by him. But, only out a little ways on his knee...not close and tenderly. I remember being bounced up and down on his knee...”trot, trot to Boston to buy a penny cake...” I vaguely remember asking to be picked up and reaching for hugs (which I wanted very much), but being told that I was too big to be held like a baby anymore.
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7A-46 I don’t remember being held as a child. I do remember being told to go play with my “teddy bear”; a lot. My memories of my mother are varied and both happy and sad, but I don’t remember her hugging me close to her body and feeling loved by her touch. My father hugged me on his knee when he read to me at about age four. That is a happy memory of being touched warmly by him. But, only out a little ways on his knee...not close and tenderly. I remember being bounced up and down on his knee...”trot, trot to Boston to buy a penny cake...” I vaguely remember asking to be picked up and reaching for hugs (which I wanted very much), but being told that I was too big to be held like a baby anymore.