Earliest Memory

The earliest memory I have was from when I was about two years old. It was a toasty warm Fourth of July evening and, just like everyone else, I was having fun and enjoying the fireworks. I had spotted a sparkly, flashy stick that I found exceptionally interesting. It was called SparklerJ!!! Yay, I thought, I wanna hold it. When my mom let me hold it, I accidently touched the hot part, threw it down and stepped on it with my bare feet. “OUCHEY!” I exclaimedL.

To this day I still have that repulsive blemish on the soul of my foot. The memory wasn’t all bad though. It was one of my first lessons in fireworks safety and common sense. It seems that my most vivid memories are those in which I have grasped a great knowledge or understanding of something. Even if it is something as obvious as grabbing the right end of a sparkler, it will become slashed into my memory forever.