Monday--my earliest memory? Now that's a hard one. I think it was first time I remember really getting in trouble from my dad. I was three and Mom had made us eggs for breakfast...scrambled for me. I proceeded to dump a ton of salt on my eggs and I really caught it from Dad. I think he made me eat them too. Well, maybe not all of them, but I learned my lesson.
Tuesday--my first friend? Gosh, that takes me back. I think my first friend was a boy named Stephen Powers. We became friends at a very young age, when our families lived in the same apartment complex, we were probably 4 or 5. I remember we were quite inseparable and when we were 5, we used to say that we were going to get married someday. We managed to stay close, even after his family moved to a different state. Sadly though, the last time I saw him was when we were junior high age. We lost touch after that. My mom and I have talked about wishing we could find them, but we haven't had any luck on social networking sites. Maybe someday....
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