I love to travel so it’s probably not all that odd that my earliest memory is travel-related. I’m not sure how old I was, 4 perhaps. My parents were going away for the weekend and planning to leave me at home with my grandmother. Of course, I wanted to go. I remember waking up really early Saturday morning. Without saying anything, I got dressed and packed my little tiny child suitcase, though I have no idea what I thought I needed for a trip at that age. Toys, probably.
Once dressed, I plunked myself on the top step of the staircas knowing my folks wouldn’t be able to leave without tripping over me.
My devious ploy worked. My folks caved and took me with them, though they soon regretted it. It wasn’t long before I got car sick and threw up in the back seat! No wonder they didn’t want to take me with them!
You know the saying, no good deed goes unpunished.
Later, as an adult, I realized that the problem wasn’t motion sickness so much as my father’s smoking. In general, I don’t suffer from motion sickness, but it tobacco is involved, I quickly get nauseated. So it was really my dad’s fault. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
What is your earliest memory? It’ll be fun if people share in the comment area, and not just other authors.
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Linda
