At the bottom of a ladder

I remember moving out of the first house that we lived in. I stood at the bottom of a small ladder that my mom was standing on.

She was taking jars of jam and canned fruit out of the attic and handing them to me. I was placing them on the floor. I didn't know what moving was, but I was excited about it, and I wanted to help. This happened before I was 2-1/2.

Posted By: Katie B
Hawaii