MY EARLIEST MEMORY . . .
My earliest memory is being at my aunt’s. My parents had left me with her for some reason. I do not know where my brother and sisters were. Come to think of it, my younger brother and sister were not born yet.
I was learning to walk upright on my hind legs. This was going on before being dropped off at my aunt’s. I would walk so far and fall, walk so far and fall, walk so far and fall. But at my aunt’s, I was walking farther before I fell. And then I was walking farther and farther before I fell. Soon I was walking without falling at all. How proud I was!
When I fall emotionally, I try to remember the persevering child I was who always got up no matter what.