My First Memory Not From A Dream
My first memory is waking up in my crib room and wanted to get out of the crib. I couldn't walk yet. It was daytime but the curtains were drawn. I could hear my mother in the kitchen of the apartment down the short hall past the living room and to the left. I climbed my way out of the crib to the floor. The drop was a little scary for me but I was surprised at how easy it turned out to be. It took awhile to get the job done and it had been a triumph over fear more than anything else for me. I crawled down the hall to the kitchen. I was very happy having gotten myself out of the crib, but when my mother saw me on the floor I was a bit taken aback that she was upset over the situation. She scooped me up and took me all the way back to my crib and put me right back in the thing. I was sad after that and I have trouble remembering what went on with the struggle to deal with my new talent.