February 28, 2010
Maybe it isn't actually my first memory, but I have always thought of it as such. And maybe I don't even remember it first hand, since there is a photo. And maybe I just think I remember it because I have seen the photo so many times.
In any case, the way I remember it is my mom, dad, brother and I took a long car ride in the Tan Sedan (an old tan Volvo we used to have) when I saw a cat on the side of the road. I wanted to pet it. Then my memory fails me for a few minutes, and the next thing I knew I was petting its luxurious, orange tabby tail.
Later I learned that the cat actually belonged to my parents' friend Ricky, and the long drive was to his house. Oh well.
But here's the picture my dad took of me in my awesome clothes with a shovel petting a cat. I haven't really changed at all since I was a baby.
