My First Memory
I was four years old and living in Laurel Canyon. I was a shy and introverted little girl, but somtimes I could be adventurous. My favorite game was hide-and-seek with Maria, the young Mexican girl who took care of me. We played in a little wooded area near my house.
One day while I was hiding--I was a very good hider!--I suddenly realized that I was lost. No sign of Maria anywhere. It was late in the afternoon, and already starting to get dark and shadowy, especially for someone who's only knee-high. My little patch of trees looked to me like the forest in The Wizard Of Oz, where Dorothy gets freaked out by the lions and tigers and bears (oh my!), and the trees had those huge, long, bony, fingery branches.
I started calling, "Maria! Maria!" I wasn't crying yet, though, I was being brave, but I was really scared out of my little size-4 cotton underpants. It seemed like I was lost for days, but it was probably more like half and hour--you can see that I was already becoming a little Drama Queen.
That this is my first memory is pretty scary in itself. But there ya go!
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