Things i recall from childhood:
My mother, letting me lay in the bed on the bottom sheet while she "made" the bed, me giggling and happy.
When she let me use shaving cream on the bathtub to draw and finger paint with.
Washing the dirt out of my eyes after i stupidly looked up when my big brother threw a dirt clod in the air.
Her pushing a chest of drawers to block the top of the stairs with us upstairs, after she and my father argued when he was drunk.
The sight of her chain-smoking at the kitchen table, a distant look in her eyes.