Mine is the kitten I got in kindergarten. Her name was Rusty

My memory is...watching my dad dress up as a new year's baby every year at my aunts house. It was funny at the time and now looking back, all I can say is....oh..my..god......

Driving my pedal car through my parents living room.

Mine is hiding in the closet to eat all the candy sprinkles in the bottle. Now the thought makes me sick!

I remember when my brother was born. He's 2 years and 8 months younger than me. When my parents brought him home from the hospital, they put him on the couch so I could see him. I had this thing when I was little, that I associated people I knew with things. I said, the first time I saw him, that my brother was a light, like a lamp or beacon. Now he's a journalist, so I think of him enlightening his readers with his investigative stories.

LMAO!! I think that's hilarious!

Thanks, cause I still lmao just thinking about it.....