Let's Start at The Very Beginning

I was born on a Friday in May of 1980.

The first thing I remember is something that my mother tells me wasn't even a memory at all. She does not remember it so she's pretty sure I dreamed it up. However, I remember it so I'm sticking to my story that it happened. I was somewhere around 18 months or two years. I don't remember my sister being there so I'm guessing it was before she was born.

My mother, my grandma and I were all in our old 1981 Oldsmobile. I say old, but I guess at the time it would have almost been brand new. The radio was on and I was in the back seat singing along. I remember my Grandma looking into the back seat at me and then looking at my mom and saying she knows the words to that. My mom just shrugged, like of course she does.

They say perception is everything because my mom telling me that she thinks I dreamed that up has stuck with me all this time. I think I was 10 - 12 when I shared that story with her the first time. Looking back now I know that all she was saying was that she didn't remember it happening yet somewhere, some switch in my mind took that as a doubt. A doubt that continued to fester and somehow caused me to continue to doubt my decisions, even to this day.

Isn't it strange how if I had just taken it a different way things might have looked totally different?