I don't remember hardly anything from my early childhood. Freak, I don't remember much of anything anymore.
There are two early memories that pop into my mind when I think back to my childhood.
1. I was probably 3 or 4 and I got bit by a dog. It was a black poodle and I think it's name was Pepper. We were at a neighbor's house and it was their dog. I wouldn't stop crying so my parents sent me home. I know that sounds horrible and I am sure there is a lot more to the story, but that is all I remember. I don't think my parents would have sent me home alone it I was that young, and I also don't think they would get upset that I was upset because I got bit by a dog. Stupid dog. I've never liked poodles...maybe that's why.
2. My sister and I use to have egg babies. We had red pencil boxes that we decorated for their house. I don't remember if we blew the inside of the egg out or if we just used the whole egg. All I remember is putting an egg in it's house and making clothes for it. (Help me out Kim.)
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The dog's name was Pepper. And I remember you coming home crying your eyes out and I don't remember an adult with you. But like you, I have no memory either.
I think we cheated and boiled the eggs. I remember sometimes the markers, or whatever we used to make it "baby-looking" would seep through the shell and be on the egg when it would break.
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