Another early memory is of laughing with my family around the dinner table. My sisters, K and H must have been about 1 and 2, because H was still in a high chair, but K was a toddler. H was flinging her spaghetti noodles around, and managed to stick one to the wall. K, finished with the food on her plate, got up from the table and, as she left the room, nonchalantly peeled the noodle off the wall and ate it. My parents and I thought this was extraordinarily funny, and we all laughed. What a strange thing to remember for 35 years!
What's your earliest memory?
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This reminds me of that "Deep Thoughts" by Jack Handy:
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
Hey! Those are my cherished memories you're mocking there! That's mean -- funny, but mean.
No! I really wasn't mocking your comments. I really thought of this Jack Handy quote! XOXOX S
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