So you actually you get two older pictures of me. The first one was taken about 6 years ago and the bottom one was taken about 26 years ago.
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Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Day 4 Earliest Childhood Memory
My earliest childhood memory...
That is hard I remember the earliest time frame would be when I was around 3 maybe 2 but closer to 3. We lived in the house that my dad grew up in in Cleveland Ohio. I was about 3 1/2 years old when we moved out of that house but I do remember certain things in that house like my bedroom. It had tile floor in it and I would climb up on these shelves my dad made and sit there and many times as I was climbing they would fall over on me and I would cry; eventually my parents would punish me for doing it instead of comforting me because they had told me so many times to stop doing it. I also remember being in the backyard and finding a birds nest in a tree and bringing it in and putting it in a box on our kitchen table and going back later and opening it and looking at it. I also remember getting in a lot of trouble because a friend I had over convinced me to open up my bean bag chair and take all the little beans out of it. Those things are so hard to get cleaned up anyways on carpet let alone on a tile floor. To say my mom was not happy would be an understatement. I don't think that friend was allowed back over if she was we weren't allowed in my room.
In the back yard of this house there was a little house that my dads dad lived in and I remember being in it only once. I do remember though my grandpa came out the door yelling once that if my dad couldn't get our swing set to be quiet and stop squeaking he was going to take his chainsaw to it and cut it down. (my grandpa was a little rough around the edges) I also remember being in my parents room once in that house and a few other vague memories about that time. My memory comes more into play later that year as I got closer to 4. I remember moving over to our new house and helping my mom who was greatly pregnant at the time with my little brother get all my older brothers stuff moved downstairs to his room to make the upstairs room ready for the baby. I have a lot of memories in that house.
That is hard I remember the earliest time frame would be when I was around 3 maybe 2 but closer to 3. We lived in the house that my dad grew up in in Cleveland Ohio. I was about 3 1/2 years old when we moved out of that house but I do remember certain things in that house like my bedroom. It had tile floor in it and I would climb up on these shelves my dad made and sit there and many times as I was climbing they would fall over on me and I would cry; eventually my parents would punish me for doing it instead of comforting me because they had told me so many times to stop doing it. I also remember being in the backyard and finding a birds nest in a tree and bringing it in and putting it in a box on our kitchen table and going back later and opening it and looking at it. I also remember getting in a lot of trouble because a friend I had over convinced me to open up my bean bag chair and take all the little beans out of it. Those things are so hard to get cleaned up anyways on carpet let alone on a tile floor. To say my mom was not happy would be an understatement. I don't think that friend was allowed back over if she was we weren't allowed in my room.
In the back yard of this house there was a little house that my dads dad lived in and I remember being in it only once. I do remember though my grandpa came out the door yelling once that if my dad couldn't get our swing set to be quiet and stop squeaking he was going to take his chainsaw to it and cut it down. (my grandpa was a little rough around the edges) I also remember being in my parents room once in that house and a few other vague memories about that time. My memory comes more into play later that year as I got closer to 4. I remember moving over to our new house and helping my mom who was greatly pregnant at the time with my little brother get all my older brothers stuff moved downstairs to his room to make the upstairs room ready for the baby. I have a lot of memories in that house.
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