My first human memory
I was about 2 years old. I was playing on the front porch using water color paint (that my mom had made for me with food coloring and water) to create a hippo picture that I was sure was a masterpiece. My dad came home from work to find me sitting there wearing an old pair of sunglasses with missing lenses. He walked up to me, with a puzzled look on his face and asked “Have you seen my son? I know he lives around here somewhere! Do you know where he might be?”
I remember giggling excitedly and taking off my sunglasses and yelling “its me!” Much laughter ensued, and lots of hugs & kisses.
I don’t quite remember much else from that far back, but that memory is pretty clear.
