What better way to start telling my story than to tell you my earliest memory. My family lived in Charleston, SC very close to where the I-526 Mark Clark Expressway is now. My mom and dad had purchased a little house that had a screened porch on the back, a fenced in backyard and a huge oak tree that I liked to play around.
There were several children on the street that played together. We probably did this a lot, but one day we were in the front yard of my home running and playing ring-around-a-rosie and I wondered if I would remember that. I must have overheard some adults talking about their early memories and I wondered if I would be old enough to remember that. I decided that I was old enough and that this would be my first memory. That probably says a lot about the way I think.
What was your earliest memory?