The earliest memory that i can remember would probably have to be in the summer of 2000 when me and my family where on our way up to our cabin in the gulf islands. I was three years old, and had a bit of a lisp at the time. Sitting in the steaming hot car was starting to get to me, and my siblings thought it would be the perfect oppurtunity to tease me. I wasnt able to pronounce my 'th's so they would ask me how old i was.
"I'm free" I said,
"Free from what?" said my brother. This continued for a while, desperately trying to explaion to him that i meant my age and not that I had achieved freedom, until i realised that he was only playing with me. Not the most exciting memory I admit. but it happens to be my earliest.
Super great writing. Keep up the good writing.
ReplyDeleteAh, siblings. What can you do?
ReplyDeleteAnyways, this was quite interesting and I thought the "I'm free" part was really cute. And funny.
lol