Yes, we all have them, those first things we remember. My first memory was of moving to our home in Elmore, Minnesota as I was about 4 or 5 years old. I was outside in the front yard riding my little tricycle--a now non-existent riding toy. Anyway, my English was quite limited as we hadn't lived in America all that long. I spotted a girl across the street. She had dark hair and kept saying things to me, none of which I could understand. What did she want from me??? As things progressed, she and I somehow got together with our two very different languages and became playmates as we were both the same age. Through playing together, I managed to pick up English and by the time Kindergarten started, it wasn't even a problem. I had that language down.
Well, yesterday as Brecklyn drove with me to my hair appointment, we talked about our soon-to-be little "stayvacation" activities for the upcoming week. Brecklyn said that Logan was sooo excited to be going on the Heber Creeper Train because he wasn't able to when we went two summers ago when Brecklyn was three. I asked her what she remembered and if she had liked doing that. Oh yes, she said, I remember it very well. I asked what she remembered about it. Well, she said, we got off the train (at Vivienne Park in Provo Canyon) and I stepped in dog-poo in my flip flops and you had to clean me up. Boy what a remembrance, not what I expected at all! Anyway, after she reminded me, I remembered that incident too. So, let's not forget to take the baby wipes and hand sanitizer this time!
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