My Earliest Memory

To be totally honest, I don't remember much about being little. I don't remember a lot of growing up.

The earliest thing I think I remember is when I got stepped on my a horse.

It's hard to know if I actually remember it or if I have just heard about it enough.

I was 'helping' my mom fix the fence. I was about three.

The horses all came running.

I was in the way.

I don't really remember that part.

I do remember the paramedics asking who I wanted to ride in the ambulance in me.

Dad. Of course.

The paramedics taping my head to the stretcher. It hurt.

In retrospect, it might have been the fact that a horse stepped on my head that caused that to hurt....

And the paramedics gave me a small, stuffed bear when I got taken off the ambulance.