Ah
the fond memories of picking up a Wii on the release date at Toys R Us in 42 street NYC with my 2 boys and picking up Zelda and playing till we passed out!
I have
fond memories of picking out the weekly grocery store snack when I was a kid, most often reaching for a box of Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies!
I have such
fond memories of picking apples and pears, sipping cool cider, and of course, eating a warm apple cider donut.
Holly has
fond memories of picking and gathering dandelions and Alaskan rosehips that grew wild on the homestead to help her grandmother make her legendary wild - crafted wines.
I have
fond memories of picking out the weekly grocery store snack when I was a kid, most often reaching for a box of Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies!
Not exact matches
I have
fond memories of berry -
picking at my grandparents» house in the summer, too... I'll have to make some
of these soon — they're so enticing!
Observers from past eras (like me) have
fond memories of past players and I imagine more recent fans and grads wonder who some
of the old time
picks are.
I have
fond memories of my grandparents — going to gather eggs the mornings that we slept over, caring for a new batch
of chicks that my grandfather
picked up and kept in the house under a heat lamp till they got a bit bigger.
I have many
fond memories of apple
picking on a crisp day then coming home to warm up with a nice...
I have
fond memories of the OG Mario Bros... I will definitly
pick it up!
I have very
fond memories of this franchise and if you'll on the fence about
picking this up this free game, then know i wholeheartedly recommend it.
Many
of us probably have
fond memories of being by the sea,
picking up and marvelling at the secretive beauty
of seashells that have washed up on the shore.
I have
picked up inexpensive art prints that remind me
of wonderful cruises and trips with my husband to Key West, Islamorada and St. Thomas, and I see them every day in my kitchen and master bath and they make me happy because the subject matter means something personally to me, and it brings back those
fond memories.
Growing up in New England, I have
fond memories of walking in rustling leaves, apple
picking, and watching as the maple tree outside Mr. Marshall's social studies class window turned beautiful fiery shades
of red, orange and yellow.