Val was asking about what my earliest childhood memory was; it was funny to write down – so I thought I would make a blog of it here at LIME too. This is my story:

I think my first memory (that I’m certain of is my memory and nothing anybody has told me) is from the summer of 1974. (jepp; I’m old ) I had just gotten a baby brother and we was on our way moving to a city two hour or so from the farm I spent most of my childhood in. All the things was taken out of our home and into a big truck. It was so exciting watching it all. I think I was allowed to play around and think I remember jumping from the back of the truck and down to the ground. I was a real fathers-girl and enjoyed being involved in the moving with him (guess I was in the way, though..)

Then the big blow: I wasn’t allowed to ride the big truck with dad. Instead I had to ride in mum’s car. With her and my baby brother. I remember being so angry and so sad. I really gave my mother a hard time!

So what is yours??