Laying in the back seat of my parent’s car and hearing Journey’s ‘Lights’ playing, and staring up at the street lights.
Submitted by Troy Johnson. Follow him on Twitter here: @troymjohnson74
Month: May 2015
My Earliest Memory #344
My earliest memory was 9/11.
I was almost two.
My brother and I were playing with matchbox cars.
My mother was upset.
The TV showed burning buildings.
That night I asked my parents who ‘terrorists’ were.
And they told me they were the ‘bad people’.
Submitted by Erica.