Heading back to my earliest memories.

I want to start with some of the earliest mammaries. I do not remember which one was my favorite but I relied on them until I was big enough to eat solid food. But really, the earliest thing I can recall was scooting on a wooden floor investigating a folding partition door that separated the front hallway from the living room. This is what it looked like.

I know which of my childhood homes this was because I was in diapers and we only lived in Saint Charles until I was one year old. I remember soiling my diaper and not being happy about that. I remember thinking about how that seems to happen over and over. no concept of days, weeks of even that would likely sleep later. Life just happened to me. I cried, got more unhappy, then cried louder. That is the end of this memory clip.

Something always has to be done