Remembering things from the past

I will never forget the 1st time I went to a Food Bank when my kids were in their teens and I was having some hard times, actually unexpected hard times.  As I was standing in a long line waiting to get out of sight off the sidewalk & into the building along came a person I hadn’t seen in years.  It was like going to the supermarket with sweatpants, a tee-shirt & no makeup on, needless to say I was embarrassed.  The kids were not impressed either.  But, I needed the help and my kids needed food, not much of a choice there.