Alright,
Since this is my first blogging thing, I think Kristen is going to take a picture and scrapbook it for all the world to see, when ever it is finished.
After all pondering that I have done with trying to find my long lost memory that reveals something about my past, I have come up with the time that I was tragically taken from my home and dumped in West Jordan, where I grew up. This might not seem tragic to you, but it sure wasn't for me either. After all, I got the best part of the move! Seeing that I was only two, I remember driving down the street in our luxuries blue van that held all eight of us and was escorted into the boys room where I started to play with my toys, which my mom still has.
Boring to many of you, this is the memory that I will never forget . . . . . (crying uncontrollably) . . . . . until I get alzheimer's!
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