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Gosh this is hard because what early memories I do have were sometime before the age of 7, but I can't pin it down more than that. I also can't pin down which of those memories came before another one. I remember my brothers putting me in the go cart at the top of a hill and letting me go at which point I fell out about half way down. Of course they claim I wanted to go, but I don't remember that. I remember my brother used to put crawdads in my swimming pool. I remember this pony that used to come through the trailer park in the summer and give rides to the kids. I remember vacation bible school being held in the yard too.
 

We lived in a basement apartment. My older sister and I were huddled in the living room, while my mother was on the floor of the bathroom. My father was yelling at her and hitting her.

My sister was about 6 at the time, and I was 3. I resented my father for a long time because of this vague memory. My mother later told me that the reason he was so upset is that she had tried to commit suicide.
 

I have a memory which isn't mine according to my sister. She says I only remember seeing a photo of me riding on the back of a horse behind a couple of other kids when I was two years old. She's probably right.

Other than that I remember a church group holding Sunday School services in the fertilizer plant offices just down the street from where we lived. That was when I was probably 7 or 8 years of age.

Oh, I know! About that same time when I was 7 and just started school there was a mobile dentist bus that came to the school and I had to have six fillings all at once. I've never liked dentists since and I avoid them with a passion!!
 

I have many memories from the time I lived in Nebraska, which means I was somewhere between 4 and 6 years old. But I can't distinguish what age I was other than that. While I do have memories of riding that go-kart Peggy mentions, I just can't remember the event she wrote about. Must have blocked that one for some reason.
 

When I was about 5, I ran through a glass sliding door (they had just cleaned it) and cut my leg. I remember being in the emergency room getting stitched up. Based on the scar I have now, the cut must have been the entire length of my leg at that time.