My First Memory that I Remember

The first memory I have is watching my dad feed Julie with a bottle. He had dark hair and longer sideburns. She was small enough to still be held in the crook of his arm. He had the bottle tucked under his chin and was smiling and cooing at her. I remember having a warm, peaceful feeling. Julie is about 2 years younger than me so that would put this memory when I was about 3 years old.

In the Begining

I came into this world the normal way any newborn would. September 3, 1969. I had just missed the those words that thrill me even to this day by a mere 13 days. "Houston. The Eagle has landed."

Believe it or not I don't remember a whole lot when I was an infant...an annoying quirk that I have carried into my adult life. Oh I have images stuck in my mind but I often find myself envying people whose memory capacity is more complete than mine.

As a child I remember feeling surprised and frustrated often for my inability to focus and complete, well, anything. Since becoming an adult I've learned that I have ADD and a strange auditory problem. If there is substantial noise while you're talking to me you will have to face and talk TO me or else my brain will not translate what you're saying into words. I always knew I was a mutant. Believe it or not it is nice to have a name for it other than, "You're stupid, lazy, retarded, not applying yourself, etc."

Now, I don't hold a grudge against anyone for that, another quirk that I've carried into adulthood. The fact is that I learn slow. Going through these experiences have made me who I am now. And even though I still have some flaws, and rough corners, I quite enjoy being who I am today.

But back to the begining. My mom was Lynn Jennine Sprague, daughter of Leonard Darwin Sprague and Olive Garnet Swanson. She had been married once before to a gentleman named Richard Rose and that's how I got my sister Cynthia Kay. I've always loved that name and how it flows. A few years after Cindy was born, my mom and Mr. Rose divorced. During this time mom started to investigate the church and I believe she decided that it was for her while going to a MIA meeting and hearing some of the ladies sing. My dad, who was serving as a missionary in the Miniapolis Minisota mission, happened to be the lucky man to baptize her. After she was baptized she moved to SLC with Cindy and entered LDS Business College. My father, who was released from his mission later met up with her while he was attending University of Utah and the rest is history. At this time 2009, my siblings are as follows: Cynthia Kay, Laura Lyn, Julie Ann, Jeffry David, James Darwin and Allison Rene.

My Memories

We've been counciled by our church leaders to keep a journal or personal history. I hate scrap-booking. It's way to tedious and the thought of hunching over a page for hours and cutting out little intricate pieces of paper or photo to be glued in impossible positions makes my shoulders cramp just by thinking about it. I would much rather sit at a computer for hours...that kind of cutting and pasting I can handle.

I also lack the discipline of journaling. With 5 active children between 11 and 2, one with ADHD, anxiety and Tourettes (simple vocal and motor) and me with my ADD. It is something that I choose not to be concerned about. However, I can sit down every once in a while and write down some of the more "stand-out-ish" moments of my life. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to start a new habit of journaling.

I'm not sure how this will turn out, it probably won't turn out in chronological order...and my siblings might even debate with me about actual facts. But this blog is for my personal memories. So neener neener.