Writing Challenge Day 2

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The topic for the day is writing about my earliest memory. It’s hard for me to be sure exactly what my earliest memory is. I think I remember bits of one of my early birthdays. Two maybe? There was a little old lady and she got me this alphabet-tile standing wooden toy thing? Anyway, I feel like it’s not very clear so I’d rather talk about one of my early memories that I actually remember a little more clearly.

I wasn’t quite three and while I know now that it was almost Christmas, I don’t know if I really understood anything about it at the time. What I do remember is hanging out with friends of the family for a little while before my dad came to get me late at night. Now, it was very dark out but it was also during the longest nights of the year and much farther north than where I am now, so it could’ve been as early as 5 in the evening for all I can say for sure. But I remember being tired and I remember Dad being tired too.

When we got to the hospital, I was given a little gown--kind of like what doctors where in surgery except mine had Mickey Mouse on the front and was, of course, toddler sized. I don’t think I really understood what was happening but I do know I was excited. I was meeting my baby sister for the very first time and it was amazing. I remember the nurse helping me with how to interact with the little newborn. I couldn’t hold her but I could sort of cuddle her a little and that was like, The.Best. I’m so glad I was just old enough to remember the pieces that I do of that night. Had I been much younger, I’m not sure that I would’ve.