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Some of my earliest and most vivid memories of childhood.

Updated on March 7, 2016

A lonely little girl longing for a sister.

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.

My princess quarters and my own personal toilet (that I didn't get).

Since our family was growing, my daddy was building on a new bedroom for me and moving me out of theirs before the baby arrived. 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 so tired. I lay there asking her so many questions about my new room and wouldn't let her get any rest. Poor Mom. I can sympathize with her now.

The question that remains with me today is that I asked her if my room would have a toilet. She was so tired that I think her answer was a moan - 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 wonderful room. I'd think about how I would flush it and could just "see" the water whirling down it. I don't know what was up with that fascination, I'd hate to ask a psychiatrist the meaning behind that one! Especially since when I was potty training I was afraid of the toilet! My mommy tried to get me to use the "big girl" toilet to get me off the little potty chair and I would cry until she would get my potty chair 'back out' of the closet in the den because I was afraid that my potty wouldn't go down the hole of the other one.

I also remember trying to flush a dress down one. I don't know why I thought a dress would go down if potty wouldn't.

(If you're a psychiatrist and reading this, just keep the diagnosis to yourself! I don't think I'd care to know. HeeHee :)

Not mean, just curious!

When my baby sister was born, I was fascinated with her. I was told to never touch the soft spot on top of her 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.

Thankfully, my sister is now a beautiful and very intelligent woman so I guess I didn't do any damage. Though, it's a good thing she cried before I did.

Sissy looks sassy and Mommy's face looks hot!

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, (without Mommy knowing, of course).

Well, one night in church, my sweet and innocent little sister went to sit on the back row and was being really, really quiet. Then, all at once, explosive laughter came from the back of the sanctuary and rippled toward the front as if choreographed. 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! Unfortunately, Mommy didn't agree.

An X, (or 3), marks the spot!

Another thing that is one of my most vivid and naughty acts as a child, was when I was about 3 or 4 years old. I went to church and back in those days they didn't have the nice, padded pews like they do today. These pews were solid wood. Since we were early, I went into my Sunday school room and got a lovely, silver crayon. I picked a nice 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 such a nice seating arrangement for a family to sit. Would you believe that my mommy didn't appreciate my efforts? I remember her hurrying around like a whirlwind and telling someone that she needed the Comet cleanser before the pastor arrived. Needless to say, my bottom side suffered over that ordeal. (And it wasn't from a splinter from the pew, if you know what I mean).


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    • blessedmommy profile image

      Carisa Gourley 10 years ago from Oklahoma City Metro, Oklahoma

      Thanks for all the nice comments and for stopping by!

    • soyelude profile image

      soyelude 10 years ago from Lagos - Nigeria

      This whips up some nostalgia...good to read about sisters in love and in touch. Great hub blessed and singing moms!

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      Candace Green 10 years ago from OKLAHOMA

      Hey sis! Thanks for sharing my innocent moment with the world.....The gown was pretty and it was my size so why not?

    • Patty Inglish, MS profile image

      Patty Inglish 10 years ago from USA. Member of Asgardia, the first space nation, since October 2016

      Thank you for answering my request with such vivid memories! Why wouldn't a young child mark a pew with a big "X" for her dad? Seems logical to me :)

      I would love to have seen the look on Mom's face when she saw her lingerie in church... many times, children are for making us smile.

      best regards!