Well, it has been a bit since I wrote my first memory. So, I think I will write some short memories I have of my early years. I remember my mom having to drive back to CT from CA with all six of us kids in the car. I don’t remember much of the ride except for staying in a room hand watching the Howdy Doodi show and eating in a restaurant. I don’t know where we stayed in CT while my dad stayed back to sell the house but I remember we eventually moved into a house and it was big. Next door was a vacant house and we would run around barefoot and make forts in the trees and just be kids. It was awesome. I started kindergarten while in that home. I don’t know how long we lived there but we moved to another house in the same town. My brothers shared a large room on one side of the 2nd floor and my sister and I shared the other large room. I loved living there. Our neighbor had a pool and we had two cats. During our time there I remember in the 3rd grade my mom through me a surprise birthday party, but it wasn’t really a surprise because my sister told me about it. I also remember ironing my shirt and burning a hole in it, therefore I had to hide it. I also remember having an issue with my bowel movements, like making it to the bathroom on time. I would take my dirty underwear and put them in a box. One day, while looking for one of our gerbils, the box was discovered and my sister covered for me. Thank goodness because I was mortified. I also couldn’t understand why I was having this issue. Wow, that was personal.
I remember my dad worked 2nd shift and we only had one car. We would drop him off and then, in the middle of the night, my mom would pack us all up and go get him from work. One night, we forgot to bring in my youngest brother and she slept in the back of the station wagon all night.
I will have more to come. Time to make dinner.