It's time again for the Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge hosted by Long and Short Reviews.…
It’s time again for the Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge hosted by Long and Short Reviews.
Today’s topic is: My earliest memory
This is a little tough for me honestly, because I’m not sure what is honestly a memory *I* remember, or one I’ve been told about. For example, my mom tells about when she was potty training me… she and a good friend were discussing how children imitate what they see or experience and about that time, I toddled in with my doll, set her on the kiddie potty, told her to go, checked a few moments later and then said, “You didn’t potty!” and proceeded to spank her. A lot.
Y’all … I was spanked once in my life. When I ran out into the road after a ball. And it was one swat to the tush.
I do remember being very small (and it would have been when I was 2 or 3, because my parents divorced when I was very young) and having my dad show me how to make a really long “straw” out of chives.
I remember my first kiss… I was about 5 and was “Little Miss Roddy” in a local beauty pageant. It was in concert with some car race, and the winner of the race was handed a trophy by Miss Roddy. I got to hand a little trophy to his son, Duke, and we each got a little kiss. Awww….
Somewhere I still have that banner the pageant winners wear across their chests.
I have flashes of memories from when I was tiny. Most of them involve time spent with my dad, interestingly enough, since I didn’t live with him. He taught me to swim (by tossing me in the pool, lol… clearly it worked). He bought me most of the books I owned then. He took me to horseback riding lessons when I was around first grade age and we ate at McDonalds after (this was a big deal, folks). He taught me about football from the time I was probably too young to understand. I’m still one of the Faithful (go Niners!!) and watching the games always makes me feel close to him.
Dad died when I was 21. Lung cancer (don’t smoke, people). Thankfully, though, he was always there for me through my whole life, right up to the end. Memories matter. Make sure you’re making them.