Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Day 14- Your earliest memory
Wow. I'm really digging through some cobwebs here. I have seen videos of my life as a child when we lived in Kentucky, but can honestly say that I don't remember anything from when we lived there. So, my earliest memory. I would have to say it was when we moved to Winston Salem. We had met a family from down the street. The parents were divorced, but dad live 4 or 5 houses down, and his 2 daughters would come visit. I don't remember their names, but I do remember that they had a dog named Lucy. Lucy was a big huge collie. She was as sweet as could be. I would walk to the tree line in our front yard (because that was as far as I was allowed to go) and yell "LUCY" at the top of my lungs. I would stand and wait, and then, Lucy would come trotting up the road. She would lie in the yard while Jacob and I played outside. If we got tired, she would let us lie against her while we took a break. That family eventually moved away, and I don't know what happened to Lucy. But I'll always be grateful for her and her gentle watchdog mentality.
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