Friday, October 23, 2015

#Write30 Challenge (Day Two): My earliest memory

Alright, well, I've already missed a day, and not a single one of you reminded, that's on you people.

For those who don't know, I'm doing (poorly) a writing challenge where you complete thirty prompts in thirty days.

Today's (Yesterday's) prompt concerns my earliest memory. Since it's only one memory, this will be a short blog.

My earliest memory was when I was three. I can distinctly remember pedaling my tricycle through the kitchen in our old trailer house while my mother and father where at the hospital having my younger brother, Brad.

My grandmother was watching me, and that's all I remember.

My mom has told me that this can't be my earliest memory because it's too early, and I probably dreamed it, etc. I'm willing to admit that's a possibility, because I don't have many other memories that start until I was at least five or six.

I would say it's entirely possible though, because getting a baby brother would have been something I was jazzed about, and we tend to have good memories of things we're excited for. I'm sure that's scientific, but I can't be bothered to go and look it up or anything, so don't quote me.

Anyway, that's my earliest memory, and that's the end of this blog. Maybe tomorrow's prompt will be more interesting. And maybe I'll get better at doing what I'm supposed to do when I'm supposed to do it.

Love you guys.

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