#firsts My earliest childhood memory is of a camping trip with my parents. My aunt, uncle and cousin were camping with us too. I was about three years old and my cousin was five. My mom woke me up very early in the morning. Everyone else was already up and it was pouring rain outside. They were all moving around quickly, seemingly packing up our stuff. I started to cry as I woke up because my pajamas were soaked. I was embarrassed. I was also afraid my mom was waking me up because she was upset with me. I certainly didnt want my cousin to realize I was wet. My mom looked puzzled and a little sad. Whats wrong, Sweetie? Why are you crying? I sobbed, Because I peed the bed and Im in trouble. Nearby my cousin laughs. This makes me cry harder. My aunt tells him to be quiet and to go get in the truck. I dont understand whats happening. My mom is helping me change out of my wet clothes and smiles at me, You didnt wet last night honey...the tent is leaking. Thats why were packing up to go home. I started to giggle and so did she.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 02:55:44 +0000
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