My earliest memory.
My earlies memory is from when I was very, very young–like maybe 2 years old. I remember being in the car with my parents and another family–we were going to see Santa, and the roads were very slushy–I was looking out the window at the slop as we drove through it
We were living in Bristol, RI, at the time. The other family had a girl, a little older than me, called Rachel. She was very bratty and openly defiant to everyone, especially her parents. They were arguing in the car the whole way there.
Once we got near to the place that Santa was (I don’t remember if it was a store or just a place set up for the kids to do the Santa thing), I remember seeing him through the big front window. I also remember that Rachel’s behavior was quickly getting worse the closer we got.
That’s all I can remember from that day–and it is all in bits and pieces–like flashes of pictures and thoughts. I’m pretty sure that we never got to see Santa that day because I probably would have remembered that. xo
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