Memory

My earliest memory is when I was 3 and running across the street to go visit this dog named Rocky that I was obsessed with at the time. Being in such a hurry I tripped in the middle of the street and found myself on the ground screaming in pain. I had scrapped my knees and elbows pretty bad and my mom ran outside to my rescue. Then after my mom carried me into our house I remember my dad putting Band-Aids on my knees and elbows. Then I begged to go see Rocky and my dad told me that I needed my rest and then I threw a tantrum. I don’t have a picture of this memory but I found this picture of my sister and me when I was 3 and she was 8.