One of my earliest memories when I was a child was hosting and attending sleepovers. I would spend almost every weekend either at someone's house or at my house. Sometimes it would be with one individual or with several others. My parents even agreed once to let a girl spend the night once. Her parents agreed to it as well. Only reason why this was allowed is my parents and her parents knew each other very well. As a matter of fact, her day and my dad worked together for the City of St. Paul and played softball together. To say the least, we were close friends (meaning my family and her family).
Another memory I can think of is the time I spent the night in the bathtub. While I have no prior memory of this, my parents kept telling me this though out my teenage years. Of course, even to this day, I keep thinking to myself: "How did I get in the bathtub to begin with?"
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Your earliest memories were shared in a very natural way. I think you're on your way to becoming a good story teller. And, that conversational style will serve you well in writing.
ReplyDeleteKevin, the bathtub story was really funny. How old were you then?