My earliest memories are fragments of things that happened in our first house. I know I was born there and we were only there for a short time but I remember a few things.
I remember trying to dig to China in our backyard sandbox.
I remember running through the neighbor’s house and accidentally knocking over the bird cage. The bird may or may not have flown away.
I remember sitting on the back stoop with my dad and taking a sip of his beer.
I remember riding on the the back of our German Shepard like he was a horse.
I also remember him being put out on the curb in a big black garbage bag after he died. (That one still traumatizes me a little)
Did these things really happen? Did my imagination help form these memories? I have no clue. But this is what I remember.
What is one of your earliest memories?
This is day 13 of my 31 day blog challenge.