My earliest memory was before the age of 3. I'll tell you how I know. I saw a witch outside my window. An actual, pointy-hatted witch on a broomstick. Sarah saw it, too. We lost it, of course. I cannot remember for sure, but it seems to me I was in a crib. I know it was before age 3 because it was my biological dad who came in the room. We lived with him until I was 2.
I have one other memory of living with him. I was showering with him. So, you know that had to be super-young. Gabe is three and kicked out of my shower. He was holding me. He washed his face with soap, even over his eyes, and it scared me because soap stings eyes, I knew that for sure. He had Vidal Sasoon shampoo. That's all.
It's unfortunate that my ponytail is still the same size as the one in this picture.
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I was just talking to Jeff a few days ago about when you guys saw the witch because he said that when he was four he swears he saw the Easter Bunny, but he had a long rats tail!
same eyes, same beautiful smile.
is that a churn behind you?
Why yes, Pame, that is a churn! It was always in my grandmother's house. I don't know who has it now. Fond memories.
He says God is his only witness, but he KNOWS what he saw. Hahaha!
I think that churn broke. I remember that witch. And I have the same memory of bathing with Wade and watching him wash his face and thinking he would get soap in his eyes.
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