My very first memory
In an effort to write my entire life history a little bit at a time, I thought I would start with my very first memory. It goes like this:…
I was about two or so and was visiting my Grandma Service. I was crying for some unknow reason and was carrying around two Kerr canning rings. Where I got those, I have no clue, but I was chewing on them and can still taste the metal in my memory. I walked into my grandmother's living room and looked up through my teary eyes to see her take a picture of me… She was all blurry and looked like she was glowing. The picture may be the reason I remember everything so vividly.
Here is a drawing I did of the memory for a college art class:
… If I find the photo she took of me, I will update this post with it.