My sister was my playmate
My earliest childhood memory is of my sister and I playing in the gravel on the front of our childhood home. Most of my earlier memories are my sister and I doing something together.
You see our mom was an alcoholic. She was often gone and I stayed with my big sister. She was my world. I wanted to play with her all the time. She got tired of always having to take care of me I am sure. She never complained about it. My sister had to grow up way to fast because of me. For that I will be forever grateful.
So, playing in that gravel with my hero sister is my earliest memory. But, because of who we are to each other it wasn’t the only memory I
