I believe that my earliest childhood memory is sadly when I was around 3 years old at church my friend Lance shoved me as we were walking down the hall (he was normally such a polite boy). I remember the sight of running into the corner.
And that was my first black eye.
p.s. I have a horrible memory, and I have very few actual specific memories from my childhood. My mom could probably correct even this snippet.
And that was my first black eye.
p.s. I have a horrible memory, and I have very few actual specific memories from my childhood. My mom could probably correct even this snippet.
No corrections needed. I was very upset at Lance that day, but I think he just was shoving his way in line, I don't think he pushed you on purpose. But, oh, MAN, was that a shiner, you had a black and blue goose egg just under your eye! It swelled quickly...fortunately, it shrunk quickly, too! My poor little girl!
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