the first years

My first childhood memories begin when I'm two years-old. I remember my house, how although it was small it was warm and cute. Quaint you might say. The walls were a light creamy color in every room. Outside we had a garden that I spent a lot of my time in. My mother loves sunflowers so we had a jungle of the tall flowers against the back wall. I loved running through them and pretending I was a tiger. We had a pet frog that lived among our garden and would always eat the bugs.

Now my parents, (meaning my mother and biological father), I don't really ever remember them being together. I remember them yelling at each other sometimes, I remember them cooking together, and I remember they both loved me. Other than that I don't remember.

When my mom left my dad I was 2 1/2. We lived with a friend of hers for a while until we got our own apartment.

So here starts memories with my mom in the first years:
-taking baths together (she would always get upset when I ate the bubbles)
-riding the city bus to get places because we didn't have a car
-our tiny Christmas tree with no lights just beads


Every weekend I would spend time with my dad who lived with my grandmother.
-him attempting to do my hair
-when I was afraid of sleeping in my bunk bed I slept with him
-we would make my beanie babies talk



Those are the first years. All that I remember anyway. I know it's a bit random and cluttered but that's how my memories of being two years-old are.