My earliest memory is when I had to be about 3 or 4. I lived in a shabby apartment in Southern Indiana with my father, mother, and my little brother. I woke up to my Disney princess alarm clock and to my father opening the door, smiling and giving me a kiss on my forehead as I got up.
I remember looking outside my window as I cradled a baby doll. A cold cloudy day, I think.
When I still lived in that apartment, I remember chasing a kitten around with my brother and some other kid in one of the empty apartments.
That's all I remember of that.
