I Could Do It!

Now I can not tell you of my first memory. It may have been remembering heaven as a baby. I bet no one can. But I can tell you the first thing I remember now. I was about three years old. I was the youngest in our family of five and I knew they were my homies, my cronies, but that is not a memory is it? 

We lived in an old Victorian type, large home in Maryland. I remember running up to the back porch and climbing up on to the porch next to the stairs (there were three steps). I did this purposefully. I wanted to see if I could get on the porch without using the steps. I was successful! I was so proud. It wasn't as easy as the stairs but I didn't care. I got up there! I think that back then, an angel must have put the idea in my little head. It taught me a great lesson about there being more than one way to skin a cat.