memories

I have a lot of early memories that have always stuck with me and that I remember in detail. But there is one that I always bring up, it was one time when I was maybe three or four, I have no idea why I remember this because it is not even interesting, but I was in my living room watching TV and my grandma was sitting at the dining room table. As she was sitting at the table all I remember is running back and forth from the TV to the table, and each trip she would feed me a spoonful of seaweed. Now I do not think there is much more to this memory, I think the lights were dim, so maybe it was nighttime and I do not remember anyone else. Also another time when I was really young, maybe around the age of four, and my brother and I were in my basement climbing pillows and making forts, so we brought all of our supplies upstairs and putt pillows across the stand where the lamp is and the couch. So after a few trials we were crossing the pillows like professionals, when all of a sudden my brother pulled the pillow from underneath me and I fell, and my mom’s favorite lamp broke. My mom is not a mean person, but at this moment in time I was scared for my brothers’ life. That is actually really dramatic, but being four I knew my brother was in a lot of trouble, I think his punishment was taking away his power rangers or something of that sense. I remember when this occurred my mom was in the bathroom, down the hall and when we heard her footsteps we were shaking. It was not so much that I thought we would get in trouble, but it was her favorite lamp. My mom never did anything to deserve that, it might be materialistic for most people but there was sentimental value. I am trying to think of other significant memories around this time… maybe when I was learning how to ride a bike without training wheels. This was a long process for me. I got discouraged more than two times, falling down and keep trying is not my thing. I figured why would I need to ride a bike anyways? So it was a day we were having a barbeque in the backyard and my Uncle Thommy brought me a new bike from, I don’t know, maybe a garage sale? (Yeah, “new bike”) My first bike without training wheels was black and lime green, it may have been a Ninja Turtles theme as well. So I got onto my new bike wearing a helmet, shorts and a tank top, and my Uncle Thommy was holding the back of my seat as I peddled down the dirt road. Thinking that I was able to ride alone without his help, he let go of my seat. I felt okay at first then noticed nothing good was about to happen. I live on a corner so there is a house to my right on the other side of the dirt road; I crashed right into a pile of concrete! My whole body was a bruise, I was crying as blood was gushing out of my bare legs. My uncle felt so bad and needless to say it took me a while to get my confidence back up.