My First Memories

People are all different when it comes to their first memories of life. Some can remember way back there, some have chosen not to remember things from their childhood at all, (with some of the people I've met, I can't blame them) and some claim to remember being born. Now, that last one is a little far fetched if you ask me. I just don't think I could remember that far back, even if I had a good brain!
 No, my first memories started in the great state of Washington when my father was in the Navy. I remember being outside in the snow, (I think I was about 3) and the snowbanks on the sidewalks and streets were three times bigger than me. It was grandeur at it's finest! Of course, when you are 3 years old, it doesn't take a lot to impress you. We did take a trip once up to Mt. Rainier for the day and I do recall being the target for my two older brother's snowball training before my mom could save me.
My next memories were from the next Naval Base that we moved to in Lemoore California. I was 4 years old, outside in the yard enjoying a beautiful California summer day when a cat roamed by. I went over to try to pet it. I guess it must have been around lunch time because the men that were working in the sewer at our cul de sac were gone and had left the manhole cover off the entrance to their secret underworld. The only thing warning everyone to stay away was yellow tape around it and some orange cones. Well, by the time I had caught up with the kitty cat to try and pet it, it was perched a few feet from that hole in the road. I reached down to stroke it's soft fur and right then it bit me! Bit me right on the wrist! So, naturally, before I could get scared and start to cry, I reached down, picked up the cat by the back of the neck and threw it down the sewer hole. I can still hear it meowing all the way down until it splashed! I reckon that kitty cat didn't have a chance to bite anyone else. The funny thing about that experience is that I don't recall ever telling anyone about it for a long time because I thought that I would get in trouble. Then there was the time that I got in trouble for throwing a dart in my brother's back. But that's another story! (I guess I was returning the favor for the snowballs!)