I don't recall very many of my early childhood memories. They all seem to have merged into a big fuzzy ball I can't seem to work out.
I do remember this story vividly though. It is something my Grandma told my Mother, my Mother told me, and I will tell my children. It is simple, but beautiful, and something that has and will always stay with me.
The little impression we all have above our top lip, is where God touched us and said 'you're done'.
Ever since I heard this story I can't help but smile every time I see the impression in the mirror.
Tell me a story from your childhood.