I Remember
Well, I think I do.
At this time of year I am reminded of what I always credit as my first memory.
I can’t say for sure that it was actually November 22, 1963 but at some point within the few days that followed, I was sitting on my dad’s lap in his recliner in our den. We were watching a news report of President Kennedy’s death. I don’t remember any words, but I distinctly remember my dad pulling me just a little closer and his feeling of great sadness.
Can you pinpoint your earliest memory?

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In the same year, when I was five years old, I remember wrestling with my dog and falling down the steps and getting my knee somewhat impaled on a curtain rod that my dad was putting up. Still have the half moon scar in my knee!
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