Watching the clothes go around

This used to be one of my favorite pastimes as a child. In those days, Mom had a washer with a glass door to the front. So whenever she put the laundry in, I would find myself drawn to the front door of the washer and there I would sit, watching the clothes spin around in the washer.

I had so much fun then because in those days I thoroughly enjoyed looking at colors. My nose would be pressed right up against the glass door in order to see what was going on. I was always somehow able to identify some of my clothes because they were yellow and I always grew so excited whenever I spotted them as they spun by. For some reason I was then and am still now drawn to the color yellow. Not sure if it had anything to do with my blindness in any way but would never know.

Mom never deprived me of my front seat and maybe, just maybe, she used to watch me have so much fun. I should ask her one of these days. In the meantime, I will hold on to this treasured memory.

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