My first memory was lying on the floor as a baby, watching my mom in the kitchen. I described the scene to her one day and she recalled the house down in Southern California. I was less than a year old.
I actually still remember it, after all these years. I was in the middle of a small living room, the entrance to the kitchen was about eight feet away, on the left. Mom was facing the counter either cooking or washing dishes.
The teddy bear that now sits alongside my big TV, and watches over me here, must have been nearby.
A great memory, and now some days I don't remember what I did yesterday, which is why I really do this blog. Meanwhile I spotted something white in the creek from my kitchen window. Turned out to be a downed tree with a little snow.