I decided to start a new addition to my blog. I want to write an autobiography, but there’s so much to write about, I considered this to be a great way to collect my thoughts.
I grew up in Florida, but was born in New Jersey, where I spent the first 3 1/2 years of my life. My first posts will be about the half-dozen or so memories I have of my time there. I’m not sure of any chronological order, but today’s is what I believe is my first memory.
I’m trying to insert a picture here of when I was 2, but can’t figure out how to do it, so I’ll just continue with the story.
It was bedtime, and my mom laid me down in the crib. I was afraid of the dark, but didn’t want anyone to know, so I kept calling my mom back into the room. I said I was thirsty, and she said I didn’t need any water. This went on about three times when finally I admitted I was scared. She told me just to lie down, and I wouldn’t even remember it in the morning.
I thought to myself, “I will too!” But I laid down in the very middle of my crib, so the monsters couldn’t reach in between the bars and get me.
Here it is, over sixty years later, and I still remember! I guess I’ve always had it in me to prove people wrong! Lol!
What memories are you thinking about tonight?
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