Journaling:
My earliest memory? Well, probably when I was about three years old -- but I'm not sure which is the earliest ... I remember one day when Mr. Majors, from church, came to visit. He had a big black dog (a black lab?? or a mutt? ) that I actually sat on his back and rode like a pony (for a couple of steps) ...
I remember the day Joey arrived. He was George's 4H Angus steer. He was cute, I thought, but he kicked the stall and doors and bellowed for a couple of days. That was scary, but I also remember being put on his back and led around inside the pen. I remember hearing stories, years later, about how he would break out and hated my father. He would charge around inside his pen when dad would leave the house, and at least once, when he broke out, kind of trapped my father on the other side of a tree (sort of like in the cartoons, I imagine) ...
And I remember one of my mom's birthdays. She was dropping me off at the babysitters (Aunt Ruth Carr) and I "spanked" her for her birthday. And another day, before that, I think, when I asked her if she really had to go to work that day. Couldn't she stay there and play with me that day? (Notice, I didn't day stay home, but stay there ...)

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