Day 14 - Back in my day

Day 14 - your earliest memory

I've been thinking about this for a few days and I can't really determine which is the earliest....

I have one where I'm at church.  I fell asleep during sacrament meeting on my grandmother's lap.  She was sitting in the middle of Priesthood meeting because she didn't want to wake me by moving.  This is also the memory I have of her singing Because I Have Been Given Much, which is my favorite hymn.  This occurred before she had alzheimer's to the point of not functioning, which means it was before age 9.

I remember getting in trouble for giving the next door neighbor the cherries from the cherry tree I was picking.  She gave me 50 cents so I thought I made a good deal- WRONG.  It was the first time I remember getting seriously in trouble.

When my neighbor was killed by running over herself with the car.  I actually witnessed this event.  I don't remember why I was looking outside,but I remember getting mom and telling her what happened.  The woman had left her car in neutral or something and it started rolling back, she got ahead of it and did the 'stop' thing with her hand.  The car didn't stop and she ended up under it.  Mom ran across the street to help.  I don't remember if I was the one to call 911 or not.

The oddest injury.  There was a kid in my preschool that had fallen off something and actually broke his head open- like ability to see brain and stuff.  The teacher sat us down and asked what happened and all I could remember saying was something about him standing near the TV the antenna (because we had bunny ears back then!) probed him or pushed him or something and he hit the ground head first.  The poor kid was conscious and one of the teachers took him in her car (the car was maroon).

Lastly, Kyal!  It was kindergarten (I guess this wasn't my earliest memory then), and for picture day either mom or grandpa had bought me some expensive dress.  It was hand-woven lace from top to bottom and a pale green.  I LOVED this dress, so I wore it for picture day.  As we were working on some art project, the kid next to me -Kyal, had threatened to cut my dress.  I kept doing the 'pouty no' thing that I always do and I thought that was the end.  At the actual end of the activity, I looked down and there was a cut on the left side of my dress NOT on the seam.  I cried and threw an absolute tantrum.  The teacher yelled and scolded me and I cried harder.  I knew for sure that I was dead meat because mommy warned me not to let anything happen to the dress.  When mommy finally came to 'conference' with the teacher for the event- my mommy got in her face because she didn't think I acting inappropriately because it was my dress that was ruined.  The teacher apologized.
Finally, in Senior chemistry class (history- I lived in a military town.  People would come and go constantly.  There are very, very few people that I 'grew' up with because they would move in, stay a few years, then leave).  We were sharing memories of school.  At the next table/bench/whatever, there was a guy sharing this story of how much trouble he got in during kindergarten for 'messing up' some girls dress.  After a few moments of talking, we realized that it was the same instance.  Totally weird!  Thanks Kyal...  :P

The final memory I couldn't place were some random times that I was taken away by mom or Diane because Dad was having an episode.  Some were in the middle of the night, some were in the evening before we even got out of the brown van (which is how I know that it was an old memory- we got rid of that thing when I was like 7) we would just get back inside.  I always like Diane's house, she had cable and usually a refrigerated tupperware of homemade fudge.