I don't know exactly what is my earliest memory. I have quite a few memories of when I was about 3-4, but I can't tell you the order in which they took place, which means, I don't remember which one happened first. Maybe my mommy will let you know.
I remember specifically a happening in pre-school where one little girl was throwing a fit. Major fit. about not getting pink bunny ears for our Easter program. I had pink bunny ears. They were just made out of construction paper, but for whatever reason they must have run out of pink. The other colors where like white, brown, and black. I recall the teacher telling us if anybody would give up our pink ears we would get a hug. I wish I could say this is when I became a good Samaritan and I've modeled the rest of my life after this life altering event. But no. I'm pretty sure my thinking was exactly along the lines of, "My pink ears are worth way more than a hug. You'll have to up your price." Safe to say, I kept my pink ears for the program.
I remember an awful dream that took place when I was young and both of my parents had left us with a babysitter to go play softball. Basically my first nightmare. Or so I assume. We were at a random house near the ball park. My two cousins were babysitting the two of us. It started out all well. Until some lady was strapped to the porch of the house while the house was on fire. My seatbelt wouldn't come undone. I don't know what else happened. Except that in my dream my parents were also at softball. Odd.
Now that I'm required to come up with memories, I can't seem to pull any out. I mean, I remember playing at preschool. Not being allowed to stay up and watch ER with my mom. Being too young to play on the tire swing at school. Sleeping on the floor in my parents room, and then being moved to the floor in my own room.
But right now, that's all I have for earliest memories. :)
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