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Interesting topic Tracy. My first honest memory was when I was about 3 or 4. I know this because of the house we lived in at the time. I know that we only lived in the house for a short time before my parents moved to a new home (in the northwest no less) in time for me start Kindergarten at age 5.
I have a few specific memories of things that happened in that house. First, I recall sitting in the breakfast nook watching my mom construct the annual Easter bunny cake. I remember the tin foil covered cookie sheet, long rabbit ears, and the licorice for the whiskers. Ironically enough, I don't recall the Easter celebration itself, but I do recall watching her make it. To this day, I love to bake and decorate cakes which I can only assume is a talent I acquired from my mother.
Another memory, although far less pleasant, was the time I hid behind my bedroom door eating potato chips that I knew I wasn't supposed to. My dad worked the night shift and would come home in...
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