My first Memory − 30 December, 1978
This isn't set in stone as for the date, but it's close enough...
I was a little kid, climbing around in the living room in my grandparents house.
Just wanted to see the tree I guess, and ended up biting the lights in the process... My first memory? The spinning bluish white, and bluish black disk in front of my vision as I was stuck there.
Later on I remember the plane that Grandad gave me while I was there. I wish that I had kept it. I didn't know that planes meant so much to him until much later when I lived with him. Glad that he is still here and that I get to tell him how much he means to me. Just wish that I could find a way to tell him how much influence he has had on my life.
I was a little kid, climbing around in the living room in my grandparents house.
Just wanted to see the tree I guess, and ended up biting the lights in the process... My first memory? The spinning bluish white, and bluish black disk in front of my vision as I was stuck there.
Later on I remember the plane that Grandad gave me while I was there. I wish that I had kept it. I didn't know that planes meant so much to him until much later when I lived with him. Glad that he is still here and that I get to tell him how much he means to me. Just wish that I could find a way to tell him how much influence he has had on my life.
Comments:
kga245 (January 7, 2007. 03:26am)
Well put.