What is my earliest Memory by Marie Tuhart #MFRW

Week 2 of the 52-week blog challenge from Marketing For Romance Writers

That is a hard one. I really don’t know. The first memory that comes to mind is when I was about eight. There was some work being done on the front of the family home, so things in our living room was a mess.

At eight, I’m invincible or so I thought. My mom was on the phone, and I was jumping from the sofa to a chair, to another chair around the room. My mom got off the phone and yelled at me. She startled me and that moment of inattention, I slipped off the sofa and wham...my head goes right on the big stereo speaker. I hit the corner and split my head open.

Of course, head wounds bleed like crazy. My mom is yelling, I’m crying. I really don’t remember any pain. I do remember the drive to the hospital. My mom called my brother who luckily was just a block away at our grandmother’s house. He drove us. And I remember my mom telling him if it’s safe just run the red light, let a cop stop us then we’ll have an escort. I also remember laying in the emergency room looking at the doctor while he stitched me up. 

Well, we never got stopped by a police officer. I ended up with nine stitches and a nice scar. And I never jumped around the furniture again.