My earliest memory - I think...

I remember waking up in Dad's arms. He was carrying me out of the house and he put me in the old blue Ford truck. I couldn't have been more than 2 or 3 at the time. I was the only child still. Mom was driving I'll never forget the panic that enveloped me when we reached E. 29th & Euclid, heading north on E. 29th.

I had a the 70's green tupperware bowl with the plate that snapped on top of it for a lid full of cereal. What I remember most though is clawing at my mother's leg and arm as she tried to drive, begging her to call Grandma. I didn't want to go to this place.

Its funny, I can still see the brick building and swings in the front of the gated yard. I can still smell the inside of that place. I don't remember them ever being mean to me or hurting me, in fact, I remember one gentleman trying to befriend me as I hung back in the coat area.

I'll never forget the look on my mother's face of anguish and guilt and sadness as she left me there. In my memory, I went to that daycare forever. When I've asked her about it, I was only there less than a week because I was so upset everyday - all day - that she wouldn't take me back. She tells me that Grandma did come to pick me up early all the days I was there, and yet, I don't remember that part of it. I only remember the drop off.