Memoir Writing Prompt: What special annual springtime event do you remember from your childhood?

It’s mid-March, which means in upper Pennsylvania, the Maple sap running is just about over. My father collected sap in the early hours of the late February/early March mornings before he went to work. Sometimes I woke early enough to go with him at 4:00 a.m. when he replaced the pails of frozen sap on […]