day six : earliest thing you can remember
This one is difficult. I believe the earliest memory is sitting on a concrete curb, in front of Beverly Hospital January 14, 1983 waiting for my sister to be born. I was 2-1/2 years old and my aunt Vangie was waiting with me. It was bright and sunny. I wore a navy blue / plaid dress with tights and my hair was in braided pigtails, I think.
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It seems like it was only yesterday . . . you were so itty bitty yourself! Smiles, Mom
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