Today I’m supposed to tell you about my ‘earliest memory‘. Truth be told… I can’t lock down just one early memory. There are several that come to mind.

When I was a toddler, my parents hired a girl name Jeanette to babysit me from time to time. Jeanette had this wonderful idea one evening to play hairdresser with me. We were having so much fun… until… I got this great idea. Why not use my Crayola scissors to cut Jeanette’s hair?!? Jeanette didn’t realize my master plan until she heard me proclaim “Uh oh“. I had cut a chunk out of her hair. Needless to say she never babysat me again.

When I was in junior kindergarten, I fell and cracked my head open. The teacher had us lining up for recess and I needed a tissue. The teacher had excused me from the line to go grab one. While I was gone a young boy in the class thought it’d be funny to roll up the rug a bit. I came running back, anxious to go outside… tripped and fell. I hadn’t realized I hit my head on the floor until I stood up. My jacket was covered in blood. I sobbed and sobbed as I waited for my Mom to pick me up.

I spent many Summers with my Great Grandmother between the ages of 5 and 12. Our favorite past time was visiting Storybook Park in Owen Sound and the Ice Cream Festival in Markdale. I appreciate that I had the opportunity to get to know my Great Grandmother so well. She is a huge inspiration to me. She has taught me so much about life and myself.

My first kiss? It happened in Kindergarten. The lucky guy? Malcolm. It was during bake sale. I pulled Malcolm under the table and laid one on him.

I love looking back and reflecting on my childhood. It doesn’t seem all that long ago, but holy shit it was!

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