My first memory happens when I am five or six years old. At the time i lived in the Seattle area with the sounds of the city and one very interesting neighbor. I still cannot remember the name of this neighbor but that part is not impotant. What is important is what i saw in his house. I remember my father and i going over for a small visit before a day of finshing. I walked into his house hand held by my dad and was greated by three cats. I tryed to chase them but they quikley fled to higher ground. as i am looking up a one of the cats i hear my dads vioce yell my name from the other room. I ran to the next room an my dad picked me up to show me some of the art the neighbor had been working on. What i saw was a beautiful Koren woman bending over picking something up something off the ground, with an awsome sunset inthe back ground. The colors seemed to jump off the page and grab my attention. I then looked around and saw the rest of the paintings all around the room. For a six year old, it almost seemed like magic.
The next memory is not as outstanding in beauty as the one before, but i have a scare to prove it happened. When i was about five or six my cousin and i were sneaking up on our Moms and thought it was a good idead to run at them from oppisite sides. On the count of three we took off running twords the mothers at full speed. About the time we should have been coliding into them the moved. The next thing i knew was i was laying flat on my back with emily on top of me. Now Emily was a little taller then i was at the time, so her front treeth went right into my eye brow. I had to have like 5 stiches, that went along with the fat egg on my head. So that is the other memory that i have. It is funny that these are the two i remember enstead all the other things that happened.