0 Comments - Be the first
My earliest memory is the day my sister was born. I was 2 years old and my sister was born… more
I'm three, and I'm on the swingset in the park across the street from our old house. We lived… more
The back door to 3 Fore Street was green, once black and once before white. The heat of summer… more
It is not my earliest childhood memory but a memory that reminds me of how naturally persistent… more
Standing up in a red play pen at the age of 2 watching my brothers and sisters come in and… more
Comments
0 Comments - Be the first
Comments