The earliest memory I have is when I was two years old, holding my new-born baby brother in my lap so my mom could take a picture of us.? It’s a very fond memory of mine.? After that the next thing I remember is one day in particular at preschool.? It was the day my preschool teacher was attempting (and failing) to teach us how to shade two-dimensional objects correctly with charcoal which would create a 3-D effect.? To this day I’ll never understand what could possibly have been going through her mind to make her think that this was either an age appropriate activity or even a remotely necessary skill for a child who still ate his boogers.? Needless to say, I was having trouble with my shading.? As I was trying to get the correct perspective and hues for a particular vase I complained to my teacher that I couldn’t do it and she snapped, “Well, you had better learn how!”? To this day when I hold a piece of art charcoal I get the shakes like a wino who hasn’t had a drink in a while.
It’s experiences like that which make me wonder what kind of memories I’m leaving with the children I minister to at church.? But more than that, I wonder what kind of memories I’m leaving with Thomas.
What are some of your earliest memories?? I’d like to know.
