I remember me and Tara as little children always getting into something. We have so many wonderful memories, chasing boys, going to Lorenzi park on Sunday afternoons trying to look cute. I miss her so much and will never forget the memories that we share.

My memory of my baby TARA is when she began talking, and she called me "Honey."
My memory of my baby TARA is when she began to read. She would just read by ablibing as if she knew the words. And when she really learned to read, she would read constantly everywhere she went.
My memory of my beloved TARA is when she began attending school, and her teachers did not know what to do with this smart little girl with the high IQ.