WELL THIS SEEMS LIKE A WORTHY INAUGURAL POST. THANK YOU, TUMBLRBOT.
My early childhood is sort of a mystery, in that I don’t really have any chronological list of memories. Everything is sort of blended together and bouncing around in my brain. However, what I generally cite as my earliest memory is the day I learned the word “thirsty.” I told my dad that I was hungry for water, and he set me straight. I can remember exactly where we were in the house, and I have a very clear mental picture of this moment…for whatever reason.