And another week and a half later…

OK, so this a bit late…

The earliest memory I have is when I was about 2 or 3 years old. I was sitting in the living room on my little sleeping bag watching Sesame Street, and I got hungry. So I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of milk. Good thing it was within my reach. ;-)

Another early memory I have is when I was four and a half. My brother was born and him and my mom came home from the hospital. I remember my aunt and uncle being there and all the attention was focused on my brother. Which was understandable, looking back now, but as a kid I didn't understand why. Like most kids, if not all, I went through the "jealous-of-my-younger-sibling-because-he's-getting-all-the-attention-and-I-feel-left-out" thing. I even climbed into the crib, thinking that there was no way that my brother would take MY crib. I mean, why couldn't he get his own? I guess it was my way of claiming my territory.

As for a memory I would like to remember for eternity in my after life, that's a difficult one to pinpoint. From spending time with family, to adventures (or misadventures) with Irma and Joi, to travelling, to accomplishments, to even falling in love, it's hard to narrow it down to just one. Perhaps I haven't had the ONE memory I'd like to remember for eternity. But I sure am having a great time creating memories so far. ;-)

... and two weeks later...
that is a very good question, leah... and im still thinking about it, even after you posted it two weeks ago...

earliest memory: i must have been about 3 years old, when we lived at my old house in south san francisco (this was the house we lived in before we moved to our current residence in daly city -- been living there for over 24 years now... ) i remember, looking out of our living room window watching the train pass by. i guess this may have been the highlight of my day, because the baby sitter was there, and i remember my brother watching the train pass too....

oh life was so simple back then.

another early memory i have is when i must have been around 4 years old. i wanted to get something from on top of a chest of drawers (that was 5-drawers high, mind you) but i was too small. being the resourceful girl that i was, i opened up each drawer, using them as a step to get to the top.... upon almost reaching the top, i felt the dresser drawers wobble. *wobble wobble*. on instinct, i jumped off of the drawers, and ran as far as possible, with the chest of drawers toppling over, just barely missing me. *whew* that was close! my mom came running in to see what the commotion was about, and was laughing, after i explained to her what happened... hehe.

the memory so far: so many, so hard to choose just one.... it's a funny thing, this past weekend, i was sorting through my old pictures from college, and looking at all the trips i've been on in the past years, my graduation, the trips, the parties, etc... there was a trip i took with about 40 ppl back in '95, when i was in college. it was our first cruise, from la to ensenada and i was spending it with all these friends -- it was just a big party. the one feeling i remember that i had during that time was the fact that i was having fun and feeling carefree....

another time i felt that way, was a cruise a year or so later to the bahamas. there was a group of eight of us, and we happened to stop off at nassau. we went parasailing. i was scared at first, because i had never gone parasailing before. but they strapped me on to this parachute attached to a speed boat, and off i went into the sky, gliding over the atlantic in the warm sun over a very blue ocean. i could see to the bottom, the ocean was so blue! wow, what a feeling that was, to be carefree!

hm, maybe i want to be a bird in the afterlife. cuz it seems to me that that's the feeling i'd like to have with me, flying free, carefree, seeing over the world....

in the words of joan diesel: "WHEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" ;)