Short-Lived Adventure

My earliest memory from my childhood was one of when I was still of a within-the-crib age yet capable of climbing and exploring around my house. It was of my earliest years, when I still lived in a small home near Dallas. Now, I named this post because the memory was in fact very short as well as uneventful, so I’ll take the liberty to tell you about other memories as well. It began with me, lying in a crib within the master bedroom of my family's home. I remember climbing out of that crib and crawling across the room to the door to the hallway. The hallway was the center of our home, connecting the rooms, bathroom, and out to the living room. The more I think about that hallway, the more I remember about how my home looked back then. We had strange, dark green carpets. Or were the couches the ones that were green?

Yes, so I had crawled along through the door and into the hallway. The first room I past was our bathroom. It was small as I recall, with tile floors and a bathtub. I think the most recall worthy memory was of when I was eight years and my family was taking refuge within that bathtub as a safety precaution for the tornados warnings. I remember being scared because my father was out to work that day and if something happened to us we wouldn’t see him again. I was also didn’t fully believe that we were in any danger as well. I mean, at that age, I had to see it to believe it, and I saw no tornado! We didn’t die. In fact, we weren’t affected at all by the tornado. What a relief.

Moving on, the next room was adjacent to the bathroom. It a bedroom where my older sister lived, I think. The only fond memories I have from that room were when my cat peed on the bed and my sister stapled her finger. I think she did it to prove some point, but I don’t ever remember exactly what point that was.

The last room was at the end of the hallway. The room had circulated over the years with my sisters. It used have a bunk bed, so several of us would live there at a time. I remember being young and having only the standard cable with eight or so viewable channels. I remember grouping up with my siblings after school into that room so we could watch the regular Spongebob Squarepants episodes. It was very peaceful back then.

And finally, the hall opened up to our living room. Our living room with green couches and a high ceiling. I remember crawling to it and looking up, thinking that we lived in some kind of mansion when in reality it was only about thirty feet tall. It was in the door frame of the hallway my mother came up to be from behind and my sister from my front. My sister bent down, picked me up, and that’s the last I remember.