Occasionally, I flashback…

Maybe this is my earliest memory, I don’t know…
I remember being in the car, in my car seat, going home. It was snowy outside and we couldn’t make it up the hill. We were in the Volvo. Dad got out and was pushing. There was another man there, too. Mom got out at one point, and I remember I was scared, because I was all alone in the car. Maybe R was there, too, I don’t know for sure. But if he was, it did me no good, since he would have been even younger than I.

I guess we made it up the hill… :-)