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The best place to start is the beginning. That is what "The Sound of Music" taught me so that is where we'll start (Not with "The Sound of Music" but at the beginning.). I was born conventionally (no science labs or meteorites) and grew up in a very small town called Evadale. Evadale is so small that it does not even contain a single traffic light (yes... it's that small) and is known for its foul smell. In fact, its nickname is "Evil-smell", but it is not Evadale's fault. You see there is a paper mill there and paper mills stink a lot like rotten eggs. My dad always says that it is the smell of money. That's because he worked there for nearly forty years. That is a little about my small town and here is a little about me: I'm told that I was born on April 26, 1981 at St. Elizabeth Hospital in Beaumont, Texas and that I weighed 8 lbs 11 oz. That is all I remember about my birth and I'm sure I told you enough already. [ENOUGH OF THIS ALREADY]
This is where it all began:
My first memory (thanks to videotape) is of me at 4 years old, mooning (I hope you are familiar with this term because I am not going to describe it.) the camera while dancing in my under-roos on Christmas Eve. That is until my mother jerked me out of the frame and commenced to spank me with my He-Man "Masters of the Universe" sword. I am pretty sure that this is the one defining moment that shaped the way I am today.
What is your first memory?
2 comments:
My first memory is of catching my Dad's truck on fire. I don't remember exactly how old I was but I was definitely no older than 4...I remember because the room I hid from my Dad in was in the house we lived before I turned four!
my first memory comes from preschool...i for some reason stuck my finger in the mud on the playground and BRANDY ASH (i will never forget her name), who was about 3 years older than me saw me. She said i was gross and then pushed me into the mud...i remember crying and running to my teacher...i was such a baby!
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