Day 14 - Your Earliest Memory

UGH!!!! I have no clue. No clue whatsoever. I remember being in a crib in my parents room. No clue why I remember that, because I can't remember anything more than that.

I have a horrible memory. I don't remember my teachers names. I don't really remember much about my kids teachers much. People from high school - I have run into them at the store and such and I have no clue who they are. In fact, my memory is so bad - that when Crystal's dad was at her wedding reception, I had no clue who he was - and I was married to him for almost two years.

My kids will tell me stories of things - I have no idea what they are talking about. That doesn't mean I don't have any memories - I remember good things; babies being born, first days of kindergarten, dance recitals, school projects, pinewood derbies.

So - I wish I could give you a more definitive response - but, it ain't gonna happen. Sorry.

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