Happy Wednesday, y’all! And welcome to the Weekly Wednesday Blog Challenge hosted by the fine ladies over at Long and Short Reviews. I can remember way back in the day, Long and Short Reviews was one of the first sites I made friends with. In fact, I had a short story posted for some months with them back in 2011, I believe it was, through their free short story program they offer authors. I have that thing tucked away somewhere around here and I may just share it with y’all at some point. LASR has been in business over ten years. If you write romantic fiction with an HEA, you should check them out!
This week’s topic for the blog challenge was: earliest memory.
Many people don’t proclaim to be able to conjure a first memory earlier than when they were a toddler or later. My earliest memory is from before I was two years old. Before that time, my mom and dad and I lived in a small trailer in town, ten miles from my grandparents. When Mom found out she was going to have a baby when I was about eighteen months old, they knew we weren’t all going to squeeze into the 10 x 50 place we were in at the time. Heck, it was barely big enough for three. So, my grandparents gifted my parents an acre of land next door to them and a new, larger trailer, was set there.
I don’t remember seeing the new home until we moved in and I don’t remember moving. I don’t remember the lot being prepped, but Mom tells me I wore out a pair of tiny tennis shoes about every two weeks toddling along after her and Dad around what was to be the yard while they cleared the land. What I do remember is red carpet.
I remember very vividly going to the local carpet store and choosing the carpet I wanted for my new bedroom. You see, back then, as I’m told, it was pretty common for house trailers to come with bare floors, as in plywood. You’d then go to the carpet store and order what you wanted to finish the flooring. I remember Mom asking me several times if I was sure the carpet I chose what exactly what I wanted, and I assured her it was. A few days later, I remember the carpet being laid and afterward the first visitors to our new home came by. I took my elder grandfather by the hand and walked him down the narrow hallway to show him my new room with a smile a mile wide on my face, and pointing out the red carpet I’d chosen all by myself.
I can’t remember if that carpet was still in my room when we upgraded to a modular home many years later, but that red carpet will forever live in my memory, as bright and cheery now as it was then.
Thanks for coming by today, and for more earliest memories, go by the LASR blog where you’ll find a host of links to other authors participating.