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Look out for me, posting two weeks in a row! lol! This week's blog topic is My earliest memory . I honestly don't known as I can say what my earliest memory is. When I think back, I can remember things like, waking up from a dream and still being half in it, thinking I could hear people talking (in another language). I remember some of the toys I used to play with, my friends, our pets...but nothing stands out as clear, nothing I can point to as "that's my first memory". Maybe I've killed too many brain cells in my 40 years of life? Hah! Anyway, let me tell you the story of my dream: When I was very young - let's say, 3ish, maybe 4? - my mom would put me in my room for a nap, or I'd be in my room playing by myself while she was doing something else. My brother would be at school, dad at work. And I'd be having full-blown conversations on my own. So, one day my mom asked me who I was talking to, and I told her, "my mother". Of course, she replied that she was in the other room, and I said to her, "NO, my *Indian* mother". And then I'd tell her stories about life as a Native American, giving her names and places that I had NO WAY of knowing at that age. Now, when I was a little older, at night, once everyone went to bed, my parents would often open the door to my room. I'm not entirely sure of the reasons for this, but I imagine it had something to do with heat/air flow. We had pets, and occasionally our cat would come in and sleep on my bed. Let's say I was 6 or 7 at this time, although I truly don't know how old I was. One night, I'd had a very vivid dream of living in a Native village - teepees, stuff like that. For whatever reason, I woke up, and I *SWEAR* I could still hear people talking. When I told my mom about it, she tried very hard to convince me that what I'd heard was the cat sleeping -- snoring -- on my bed. But I never really believed her. :)
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