My first memory was sitting in the grass at the side of a little cottage style house we lived in, in a small village. Id play with nest of gardner snakes, while my mom got laundry off the line.
My memories are very scattered until I was about six. I recall other kids being baby sat at the house, being in the basement with my grandpa holding me. I know my mom tripped up the two steps going into the room my sister and I shared and breaking her foot. I used to always fall out of bed, so my parents pushed the cardboard fridge and stove up against it to keep me in it. The cat Tiggernwe had, and the day we got Barney, our family dog. He was sitting on the floor in the kitchen, and cat watching him from atop the garbage can. I remember my fourth birthday c we went to McDonalds, and I flipped when they tried to give me a tour of the back kitchen area. I also remember hiding behind a chair during th3 Wizard of Oz when the witch was talking to Dorothy through the crystal ball. My mom thought I loved it, so she always played it. In fact it terrified me lol.
I also remember moving to our second house up on a back road away from the village a couple kilometers away. I had nightmares about the hous3 catching on fire, which would be a reoccurring dream for me, until we moved just before turning 15.
Anything bad during that time was minimal and forgotten about pretty early on.
Tomorrow ill start w the prolems that took place there.
For now, i end w a couple of photos I’ve been wanting to share.