|BEST LEFT UNFOUND::::That's me. (not really)|
My first memory makes me feel kindof like a jerk, but whatever. I was a little kid, probably like 3 or 4 and I was playin' across the street at my friends house. My mom's best girlfriend brought her little boy to our house for a play date or something and they were calling my name to come home. I ran into the shed across the street and watched them all on the front porch hollerin' for me to come home and play with the little boy. I didn't want to so I watched through the crack in the shed door until they left. I don't even remember my mom coming to look for me!!