#1 Earliest Memory

My sister and I are 13 months apart. We have lived in the same house since I was 8 months old in Suffolk, Va. The earliest memory I can remember, and Im not even sure how old I was, was when my sister and I played in a laundry basket together. We have a tile kitchen floor so its kind of slippery. We used to take the laundry basket, one of us sitting in it while the other pushes, and pushed each other around the kitchen floor. We thought it was the most fun thing ever. But you know when you are a kid, your imagination is endless, and you can always think of fun things to do. I want to say I was two years old, because the pictures of me was still when I was bald (yes, I was bald). But you know with two girls, there is always the memories of playing barbies for infinite amounts of time: dressing them, undressing them, driving around in the Barbie car. And of course then there is dress up. It was never in my mom’s clothes, like you might see in movies. Rather, dress up clothes you would buy from the store to look like princesses. They were sparkly, and two pieces (meaning a long skirt and top).