Me Reading You A First Memory

Listen to the first memory
Read the first memory
... growing up one of five children. The neighbors also had five children, and a pool. We all spent a lot of time with each other.
I remember the neighbors’ twins beating on my middle brother. My oldest brother just sat watching from the steps. Under the swing set, I beat on the neighbors’ kid that was my age. He was a boy.
One of our parents pulled into the driveway. We were all in trouble.
Short and sweet this week.

