Blah Blah, life moves on. Blah Blah, it's been forever. Blah Blah, I have a new job working for my dad now. On to other things.
I just came across (via pinterest naturally) a website featuring 25 writing prompts. I frequently feel that I have nothing to say, so I'm going to try them out. I'm not sure I'll do all 25, but maybe I'll try.
What is your earliest memory?
I have a lot of memories from early childhood, so pinning it down to the earliest would be impossible. It isn't as though I have a timeline of events in my head and can pick the first date off of it. The following, however, has to be pretty early:
My sister is less than 14 months younger than me. I can't remember life before she came around. People used to mistake us for twins. I must have been pretty young when she was still sleeping in her crib. I wasn't allowed to be in there anymore. I was too big, and it was my sister's turn to be the baby. I'm not sure if it was a desire to be with my baby sister or a desire to hang on to being the baby in the family, but I recall that I used to sneak into her crib to play with her. I know that I got caught at it, but my memory is that I did it several times. I think we played with her toys in there. I'm not really sure as I can only see snippets in my head. When my sister outgrew the crib, we sold it in a garage sale at my Gramma's house. I remember standing in her driveway with my mom, both of us crying as we said goodbye to the crib and babyhood.