I'm not sure what grade I was in, but it was Junior high school, grades 8, 9 and 10. I was a short distance runner, better known as a sprinter and I was a member of the track and field club.

It was during one of the largest local, track meets of the year that I discovered, this special fondness and pride, that grew with the love I have for you, mom.

I was the 2nd runner in the 4 x 100 relay race and as I was walking to my spot I noticed you walking on the infield grass, towards me, standing on the track. The race began and I was waiting for the baton to be passed to me and as I grabbed it, I heard you yelling, "Go Lori, go!' I could see you from the corner of my eye, running with me on the grass. I felt as if I was flying in this race.

This memory has always held a special spot in my heart and I just wanted to let you know. Yes Mom, even though it was 50 yrs. ago, I've never forgotten.

I love you Mom!