Heather Balkcum

The earliest I remember someone reading to me is when I was still living in Atlanta. I was just a little girl about 3 years old. My mom used to read this book that my uncle had special made for me. It was titled 'Heather's Big Christmas Adventure'. It told a story of how I find one of Santa's reindeer and cured it of a bad cold. I gave it chicken noodle soup and Vick's vapor rub. That was my favorite book because my Uncle Bubba had it include details such as my favorite color, food, and hobby. It even had a paragraph about my cousins. He gave me the book as a christmas gift. This is memorable to me because as a child I adored my uncle. I was six when he passed away and it was very hard on me. We were very close and spent a lot of time together. He was the only relative that lived near me and my parents in Atlanta.