#16 Your Earliest Childhood Memory.
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Week 16: What is your earliest childhood memory?
I have very few childhood memories... I don't have the best long (or short for the matter) memory and I find it difficult to separate what I "remember" because I've been told the story, and what I actually remember.
My earliest childhood memory, notable one at least, would be from first grade. I was five.
I remember my one of my best friend's (at the time and still current) and I walking around the pond (near our classroom) before school with a group of other kids. We were walking behind a boy who had his backpack unzipped and a shoe sticking out the top. For some ridiculous reason, we spent the majority of the walk scheming some kind of plan to take the shoe. We were little brats... So, we ended up pulling the shoe out of his bag (without anyone noticing) and throwing it over the fence, onto the banks of the pond.
The reason I remember this so clearly is because the friend I was with was the one who actually did the throwing (she will admit it to this day) but I was the one who got in the most trouble (because I wasn't good at lying). I had to come in, with my parents, over the weekend and find his shoe - luckily it was really close to the edge of the fence and we only lived around the corner from the school, so my parents weren't that mad.
Bree and I still laugh about this now when we're together and it's probably something I'll never forget!!
XO
I have very few childhood memories... I don't have the best long (or short for the matter) memory and I find it difficult to separate what I "remember" because I've been told the story, and what I actually remember.
My earliest childhood memory, notable one at least, would be from first grade. I was five.
I remember my one of my best friend's (at the time and still current) and I walking around the pond (near our classroom) before school with a group of other kids. We were walking behind a boy who had his backpack unzipped and a shoe sticking out the top. For some ridiculous reason, we spent the majority of the walk scheming some kind of plan to take the shoe. We were little brats... So, we ended up pulling the shoe out of his bag (without anyone noticing) and throwing it over the fence, onto the banks of the pond.
The reason I remember this so clearly is because the friend I was with was the one who actually did the throwing (she will admit it to this day) but I was the one who got in the most trouble (because I wasn't good at lying). I had to come in, with my parents, over the weekend and find his shoe - luckily it was really close to the edge of the fence and we only lived around the corner from the school, so my parents weren't that mad.
Bree and I still laugh about this now when we're together and it's probably something I'll never forget!!
XO
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