During my walk today I started thinking about the earliest thing in my life that I could remember. Recently my girlfriend and I had discussed it. I told her that I was sure I could remember back to an event that happened when I was four years old. I had the mumps and my mom wanted me to stay in the house and not to be too active (back then they thought any activity at all would cause the disease to settle in your scrotum and make you sterile). I wasn’t going for it though and decided to get out for a little adventure. Of course it wasn’t long until mom missed me and started searching.
To make a long story short I hid up under the dashboard of my dads old ‘47 Chrysler and listened as the calls from mom, my sister, dad and the neighbors became more frantic. I finally was spotted by a neighbor boy who turned me in.
I think I remember that so well because of the impact it had on my mom. I don’t think she ever hugged me that tight again.
