Earliest Memory (As far as I Know)

I’m on my little rocking horse, rocking away while Mom does the dishes in the tiny kitchen of the first house. Baby Horsie rolls over the textured tiles. They’re a warm color, yellow maybe, or reddish orange. Right in front of me are the backs of Mommy’s legs. Suddenly Baby Horsie rams into the wall behind me, jolting me out of my happy lull.

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