Some of my earliest and most vivid memories.

My earliest memories started when I was about 2 or 3 years old. However, I have a few memories that stand out above the rest.

I was two or three years old, and the first child. I remember climbing into the backseat of our family car one night and feeling really lonely. I looked beside me at the seat and thought how I wished that I could have a sister.

Not long after, my mommy got pregnant. I don't remember too much about the pregnancy except for a couple of things. One day, Mommy had to leave in the morning and I was sleepy. She started to carry me out to the car and I told her that I could walk 'cause I didn't want to hurt the baby.

Since our family was growing, my daddy was building on a new bedroom for me and moving me out of theirs. I would lay and just dream and dream of my new room. I would try to visualize how it would be. My mommy was trying to take a nap one day, because it was getting closer to her "time" and she was tired. I lay there asking her questions about my room and wouldn't let her get any rest. Poor Mom. I can sympathize with her now. I asked her if my room would have a toilet. She didn't say that it would, but she didn't say that it wouldn't either; so in my little mind I visioned my own private toilet in my room. I'd think about how I would flush it.

When my baby sister was born, I was fascinated with her. I was told to never touch the soft spot on top of her head. So I did. Not only did I touch it, but I used a hair pin to touch it. I pushed until the baby cried, and then I stopped. My sister is now a beautiful and very intelligent woman so I guess I didn't do any damage. It's a good thing she cried though, before I did.

Another thing that is one of my most vivid, naughty acts as a child, was when I was about 3 or 4. I went to church and they didn't have the nice, padded pews like they do today. The pews were solid wood. I went into my Sunday school room and got a lovely, silver crayon. I picked a pew and drew a huge X where the daddy was supposed to sit, a medium one for the Mommy, and a small one for the kid. I was so proud of myself. I had made a nice seating arrangement for a family to sit. Would you believe that my mommy didn't appreciate my efforts? I remember her hurrying and telling someone that she needed the Comet cleanser before the pastor arrived. Needless to say, my bottom side suffered over that ordeal.

Since I brought up my sweet sister, I must tell one on her.

She was about three years old and very curious. She went into our mommy's room and began digging in her dresser drawer. She found a pretty, delicate little nightie that had been given to our mom as a wedding gift. Oh, it was sooo lovely! It was so lovely in fact, that my sister just had to put it into her purse. Well, one night in church, my sister went to sit in the back with someone and was being really quiet. Then, all at once explosive laughter came from the back of the sanctuary and rippled toward the front. There sat my little sister wearing the lovely lingerie over the top of her clothes. Why wouldn't you wear something so lovely to church? It should be seen! Mommy didn't agree.