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[Error: unknown template qotd]I have two very early memories.

1. This is probably the first thing I consciously remember. I was in a walker, going around my grandparents' house at the family ranch. I was less than two, maybe less than 1, I don't know. We were living there right after coming to Oklahoma from California and before that Hawaii. So I was tooling around in the walker on the hardwood floors. It was about dusk. My grandmother had placed a fake red rose in a vase on one of the coffee tables. I rolled up on it, and it remember it was very red and filled me with absolute dread. I remember the fear. To this day, I have idea why it scared me. My parents claim I picked up the walker and ran away crying to my father.

So, I actually ran before I walked.

2. My next earliest memory is actually of a nightmare. In the house at Lone Grove, we had a TV set up on makeshift shelves held up by cinderblocks. My parents had bought this evil-looking statuette of a brahma bull that they placed under the TV. Now, I don't remember this, but apparently one night I was checking out the bull with wide-eyed curiosity and a little bit of fear. My dad couldn't help it, he reached out and grabbed me while roaring. Like I said, I don't remember it. But I do remember a vivid nightmare of that bull statuette coming to life and chasing me around the house, roaring.

My father has since quite seriously apologized for scaring me like that as a toddler, once I mentioned that dream memory offhand a few years ago.

Funny, the things we do that affect children without even thinking about them. I have to admit, I would be tempted to do the same thing...


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