Well, I guess I begin with my first memories.
My first memory, I believe, is me when I was just me and my sister, and my mom and dad. We had lived in a house in a neighborhood that was in what I considered to be a forest. There was an opening in between two buildings, and you would drive through that opening, and into a small neighborhood. You would go down the road to the end and the last one was the house we lived in.
My first memory was in this house, it is small and insignificant, but it's my first memory. My mother put me down for a nap, I don't recall how old I was, probably around 3. I remember my sister was 5. My sister was watching a movie, I think it was some kind if Barbie movie. I remember asking to stay up to watch it, but my mother made me take a nap anyway. After she had left the room, I got up and I remember thinking to walk, and I did for a few steps, but then considered it to be smarter to crawl so nobody would see me. So I crawled and hid behind the couch. I listened to the movie but did not watch it. My mom came into the room, and she went over to my sister who was on the couch, and she was sleeping. My mom covered her up with a blanket and then went to my room to check on me. She came out of my room and saw me behind the couch when she saw I had gotten out of bed. She yelled at me, which cause my sister to wake up. My mom put me back down for a nap and my sister laughed at me. I ended up not taking a nap, but crying the whole time.
My second memory is of me, my sister, and my dad, all running around the house, playing tickle monster. All I remember is screams of laughter and running around. My dad was the tickle monster. My mom was crocheting a blanket on the couch. It was my first happy memory. I remember the joy of the moments of running around and laughing. This was the only happy memory I remember from that house.
My third memory is moving out of the house in the tiny neighborhood, in the forest, in between the two stores. I remember packing up the movies we had in a trash bag. We had VHS tapes, no DVDs. I remember my mother lifting me up so I could reach the top shelf. I remember moving into a new, big house. I got to pick my room first. I chose the one my sister wanted because she always got what she wanted and I wanted to have what she wanted so she wouldn't get it. I still have that same room. And we still live there in that new, big house today. This is the last memory I have of that old house. It's the first memory I have of the new house.
