The First Five...
It is rare to meet an adult that can recall their first childhood memory. I as an adult can not remember my first memory. I may be able to remember bits and pieces of my infant life, but those where build based on accumulative stories from people that have seen me grow. The story of my first five as I can ‘‘recall” As a baby I was a night owl. I slept by day and wondered by night, unless I was taken to the back seat of a car and took a few strolls around the block. I would crawl out of my crib and wake up in the floor next to the door. When I reached the age of about two I was intolerable. My parents tell me stories about walks we would take and how I would throw massive tantrums. One of my most marketed stories is the one about the Chinese restaurant... It was a family day. My parents did as much with the little they had. We were taking a walk, then we pass by the Chinese restaurant, I stared screaming and yelling “I am hungry!! I am hungry!!!” my mom told me how I had already had a meal and I could not be hungry just yet. It was impossible, and it was, I was not hungry. I did not know why I would take such actions. I simply wanted something and did not know why. I would hide from my family... unintentionally. I was usually found behind the couch or a closet...