Now in all actuality it really wasn’t my first day on Earth. I’d been hanging around for a year or two but it is the first day I actually remember so I imagine it is when God hit the on button for my brain. I had to be around two or so when the first thing I ever remember was my brother Pat coming down off of the neighbors slide and landing on top of me. The slide sat at the end of the neighbors swing set in the back yard right next to ours.
Whether it was the crushing weight of my four years’ older brother on top of me or my mom yelling to get out of the way and to quit crying but one of those things must have triggered something in me to set my memory bank to record. And I’ve been remembering and thinking things ever since.
Obviously my memories are like everyone else’s in that they are just things that happened to me like getting bitten by a dog or never making the little league team. My thoughts on the other hand often make me wonder if I’ve potentially been dropped a few times.
My C minus grade point average tells me that academically I’m all there. It’s the other stuff that at times has me wondering. I find that I have a lot of doubts. There is no way that fat comic on tv is going to have that hot wife or at least one of the Walton kids wouldn’t have lost a finger or an arm working in that old mill. It just doesn’t make sense.
It all started for me that first day in the neighbors back yard. I was wearing a pair of green shorts that had been worn by all three of my older brothers. I didn’t mind because those green shorts went well with the orange top I was wearing that was my sister Lori’s.
Ah the memories…….
Stuff that Probably Happened 