I Remember

I remember this kid on the bus in 7th grade, he seemed very tall to me, had patchy facial hair, and had awful B.O.

I remember my first time being alone. My mother left me alone in the house for a few minutes when I was 4. I went to the fridge, retrieved an egg, and ran out to the woods behind the house. I threw the egg against a tree.

I remember being held by my mother on a warm summer day. She was carrying me while walking down a sidewalk in our neighborhood. I must have been 1 or 2 years old.