Saturday, December 6, 2014

31 (or 28?) Day Blog Challenge: Day 3

Earliest Childhood Memory 

I have no idea, to be honest. It's all blurred in my mind. I think that it would be my dad building cubby holes in the house we lived in for the first 5 years of my life. The cubby holes were in our 'playroom' and dad built them to fit these plastic boxes we still have. 
There was a cupboard in our playroom that my mom kept blankets or sheets in (I think). I remember taking my doll and sitting in the bottom of it, and getting angry at my sister when she wanted to come in as well. 

I would love to still be a child. But those years are gone. 

When I tell kids to stop trying to grow up, I mean it.