This is the first in what may become a series of memories I have of my family.
I can't say for sure if this is an actual earliest memory of mine or just feels like it, but
here it is.
When I was a baby, a very round chubby baby, my Parents hired a photographer to
come to our house and take pictures of my brother and me. Well, I was set on the
couch, and I was so roly-poly, I would roll over to my left or right and my Dad had
to keep setting me upright. If I can find that picture I'll post it here. My Dad loved
telling that story.
One other quick one..when we were a little older, my brother and I would fall asleep
on the living room floor at night watching tv, and we'd get carried to bed. Once, when
my Dad fell asleep watching tv, I said: "Mom, who's gonna carry Dad to bed?"