Day Two, Number 4.

Look at that, at day two already!

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So today it’s my earliest childhood memory….That one is hard, I have a horrible memory!

The earliest clear memory I have is from when I was around 4yr old and we lived up on the mountain. My brother, who is 17yrs older than me, was visiting on leave.  He joined the Army when I was 6mos old, so I didn’t really “know” him—it’s not like today when everyone can FaceTime, this was the dark ages where all we had were photos and memories, or fotos y recuerdos if you prefer.  Anyway, he was coming home to visit and I had no idea who he was so I hid under the bed for a LONG time.  I was really excited once my mom explained who he was, but initially I was having none of it!

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