Day 6: Your earliest memory
I always wonder what I really remember and what I remember because of stories my parents tell and photos I've seen. So, my earliest memory that doesn't come from photos or stories is from when I attended The Oaks, a parent-child workshop/pre-school. I must have been 3 years old and I remember riding the tricycles around the yard. My favorite part was stopping at the old gas station pumps and pretending to fill my "car" with gas.