Thought for the Day I kept a diary right after I was....

[Paul Whybrow]

I kept a diary right after I was born. Day 1: Tired from the move. Day 2: Everyone thinks I'm an idiot.

Steven Wright

 

[Katie-Ellen]

Day 3: heh! Did he decide to get a grip and get over himself?

 

[Pamela Jo]

I asked my oldest son what his first memory was. He accurately described rolling off the trolley he'd been left to lie on and hanging off the side bar like a blue eyed monkey until my husband caught him up. He was 3 days old. Scared the shit out of me. Both times.

 

[Katie-Ellen]

I can absolutely believe it. I have a memory a bit peculiar to speculate upon, a visual impression. Then a memory of a face looking down at me, blotting out the light. I felt heat, must have been breath, and I had a moment of alarm. Then a voice, speaking sharply. I was in a Moses basket on the floor. Dog Sheba's was the face, my parents German Shepherd, and the voice was my mother's presumably I had cried out, and she was telling Sheba she was too close. Sheba was a retired police dog and a very good girl, though later she did bite a man on a bicycle whizzing past the open front door. Don't know if she ever had puppies. But my mother told me she liked to put her head right in the Moses basket, look at the new baby.