This is a subject I've been thinking about today. I've known what my first memory is, well, as long as I can remember. :smile2: Some friends of my parents came to visit. They had a little girl about the same age as me. I was sick, and wasn't able to play with her while she was there. Mom had me in my crib, covered with a damp sheet in order to bring my fever down. Tammy, my little friend, was allowed to come into my room to say goodbye to me. I remember looking through the "bars" of the crib at her, and waving. She waved back. The second memory I recall was when I was in kindergarten. Gran was my teacher - she ran a private kindergarten for 30 years. We lived right down the dirt road in a mobile home. (My parents made the downpayment on it by selling my Mom's 1959 Chevrolet Bel-Air. After that we had a VW Bug.) Anyhow, my parents went out and bought a "new" car (this was 1968). They drove by the kindergarten building on the way home, and all of us kids ran to the windows to look out and see. It was a 1964 Chevrolet Impala, light blue, and boy was I excited and proud.