Before I could roll

I think my earliest memory is from when I was so young I couldn’t even roll over by myself. I remember lying on my back and looking up at my aunt, at least I think it was her. She was looking down at me with such joy.

I remember her talking to me in that way people do when they talk to babies, a sort of ga-ga, high-pitched, happy talk and how good it made me feel. She seemed very glad to see me; she leaned in and kissed me on the nose.

Posted By: S. B.
Rural Finger Lakes, NY