A little toy car

In my earliest memory, I was so young I was not talking at all, and I don't remember walking. What I remember is being pulled in a little toy car at our home, the place on Hickory Street where I grew up.

My dad and I were very close, and in this particular memory, my dad has sort of a leash on this toy car, and he's pulling me around. I can remember being so full of laughter that it almost hurt.

I couldn't talk, so I couldn't tell him to stop, but even if I could have talked, I wouldn't have been able to communicate that I wanted him to stop because I was so giggly. I remember just how fun it was. It is one of the very most joyful memories of my life.

Posted By: Leslie F.
Mortgage Banker, Silverdale, Washington