My First Childhood Memory

I want to tell you all everything there is to know about who I am. I would like to sum up me in a few words, but that is impossible. I have been always changing and evolving and experienced more than the average person. My husband has encouraged me for over 20 years to write a book, many of my family and friends have said the same. I have just said to myself, I am not  a writer, I am not interesting enough, and all kinds of excuses. I can say that I definitely would not have been ready 20 years ago. I wanted to just post rants and other feelings that come over me, and I started a short lived  blog. I just find it therapeutic and also enlightening when you put your feelings down on "paper" so to speak. I was afraid my inexperience would be a problem but in today's tech savvy world, anyone can share anything with anyone and everyone, and not worry about your writing skills . I just hope that I can help people to relate and see how I handled things and how I changed. In no way do I want people to follow my example or to do anything the same. I just hope to help anyone who may have experienced a similar life or situation. If I can do that I will be happy, but I am also happy just to put these things in my life down for my children and husband if no one else. A legacy so to speak. One big warning, You may see content you find offensive. Language, racial epithets, sexual situations, and subjective opinions.
 My earliest memory....

I was 3, and on this particular day I was at my Aunt Susie's house, she was married with a daughter my age. This day my mother was apparently babysitting and my cousin Tiffany, and my sister Jennifer who was 2 at the time, and myself were all playing in my cousin Tiffany's room. We were on the floor playing with her barbies and we slid on the slippery hard wood floor under one of the two twin beds in the room. It was the twin bed furthest from the door in Tiffany's room. When we were under the bed we were poking holes in the bottom of the box spring. It was coming apart and some areas we had torn and they were hanging down. I don't know what led to the idea coming into my mind, but the next thing I remember was doing a slow crawl down the hallway leading from my cousin's room, like a military crawl,  I moved slowly and saw my mother sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette and watching the t.v. I believe thinking back that she must have seen me but did not think anything of it. I kept crawling stopping every time my Mom saw me. I went all the way around the curve of the living room and then I reached the end table my Mom was sitting next to and slowly watching her I reached up and grabbed her lighter. Now let me say that my childhood memories are so few that you will understand why this memory stands out so strong even though I was 3.
I moved back around the living room exactly the same way that I had come into the living room. After making it back to the bedroom I slid back under the bed and started lighting the lighter under the bed. It was quick the first time the flame touched this cotton like material hanging down it went up in flames so fast all we could do was scramble out from under the bed as fast as we could, and I can remember us standing there in the room trying to decide what to do. Because we knew there was danger, the fire grew so fast, we just knew we were going to be in big trouble. So after some time (it seemed an eternity) we ran from the room and I yelled for my mother. Now the only thing I can remember after this is looking up into the face of a Fireman in full uniform. He was wagging his finger in my face, I can remember his face had some soot on it and it was beet red. He was nice but he spent some time lecturing me. I was 3 so I don't remember a single word, but we can all well imaging what was in that lecture.
This is my earliest memory, and I thought my early memories were at a much older age, but more and more is flooding into my mind while writing this short memory down. I think that this will be a therapeutic exorcise. I really hope that people will come to enjoy my memories and lessons as I write them down. I will try my best to keep up on my writing. I want the next section to be a condensed life story to kind of let people know what they are in for in these writings. That is what I will call them. My writings. Thanks to all who read these and I hope that you all get something out of them.