Monday, January 21, 2019
It was November 5, 1965. I wasn't yet 3 years old. I know this because I had my third birthday 6 days after my sister Cheryl was born. That day she had been brought home from the hospital by her parents after having been born that morning.
The first thing I remember is myself and my cousin Joy, on the bed, watching this beautiful black baby, my sister who, 24 hours earlier was in my mother's stomach. It was very mysterious-strange, rather, I thought, the idea that a baby comes out of a body.
It's as clear as day; the three of us, together.
|This the earliest pic I have of my cousin and my self, with my Aunt Nell holding my sister.|
What Is The First Thing That You Remember?
Sunday, January 20, 2019
- I am amazing.
- God is in charge, so I'm not worrying about anything.
- Positivity is a choice.
- I'm an individual and I celebrate my individuality.
- I'm prepared to succeed.
- I'm the coolest person you will ever meet, and if you don't appreciate it then it's your loss.