When I was a young child we lived on an Air Force base in California. (Where my little brother John was born). We had a set of Siamese cats. (They were very mean) I really do not remember much about my childhood but this is my earliest memories of my life so I figured this would be a good place to start.
I cannot remember the rooms at our place on base. I do not remember what my bedroom looked like or even if I shared a room with my sister. It is strange what our minds remembers and does not remember. I personally do not know why my mind in particular remembers the things it does. But these are my memories of my life. I am wracking my brain to remember when each took place but some of it is jumbled. I do not remember what school went to for which grade so some memories are mixed up. Until I hit the 5th grade we moved around so much that I only remember one house and the homes of my 2 sets of grandparents that I knew about. My mothers parents and my step-dads parents. I really do not remember the birth of my little brother and I only have a fleeting memory of those 2 cats clawing at me and chasing me around (and not in a fun and playful way).
My earliest memory is that I used to sneak vegetables as snacks instead of sweets and this one time I had gone and snuck a piece of celery. What makes it a funny memory is I was about 5 and I was hiding behind my mothers chair eating it and couldn’t figure out she knew that I was even there.
The only other memory I have of that time was my older sister Debbie and I were at the play area on base. There were other kids there I do not remember them…we were playing and running around and an older kid (teenager) or young man (late teens or early 20’s) came into the play area and threatened all of us with a pretty big knife. We all took off running and my sister and I ran home. When we got home my mother wanted us to run next door to borrow a cup of sugar. We were screaming that there was a bad man after us and she laughed at us and said there were no bad men where we were and demanded us to go next door to get that cup of sugar. We did and we survived but I was so scared and mad at mom for not believing us. It gave me some anxieties my mother not believing us and making us go out there where we could be killed.
Short chapter in my life but this all I remember from the base in California.