It's week two of the #MFRWauthor blog hop. And boy oh boy, they are not making it easy. Last week I had to pick between my book babies (couldn't do it) and this week they want me to remember stuff.
Because of that I spend a lot of time making memos on my phone or scraps of paper so I can keep up with what I need. So this week's topic, my earliest memory...really? Can you smell the smoke from my brain trying to go back that far? I sure can and it hurts!
No matter how much I sat to think, think, think, I couldn't come up with anything. Well nothing that was a full, complete memory. I have little things, like falling out of a tree and cutting my leg with my tooth. I still have the scar from it.
Most of the time while my father was in the army, we lived with my grandmother so we could have a steady location. However, we did live with him, and a girlfriend when he was stationed in TN (I think). What I remember is the baby sitter we had. She drank coffee all day long. The smell of it was always in the house and she was never without a cup in her hand.
There's also the memory of why to this day I can't stand oatmeal. I remember spending time with my biological mother on weekends and being fed oatmeal all the time. I would put a spoonful in my mouth, run to the bathroom to spit it out, then back again. Yeah, not a fan of oatmeal and I rarely gave it to my children.
I could keep going with random tidbits, but you get the point. I don't have a whole memory to share. Hopefully the other authors on the hop have a better recall than I do.
Until next time