Journal Day

Journal Day

Of course I linked to this on Pinterest. When trying to decide what to post about sometimes I get stuck. So I love finding prompts that allow me to get my creative juices flowing. This weeks prompt - "Describe a first." 

I heard someone crying. As far as I knew, only my mom, sister and I were in the house. I walked towards the sound and peeked in the door of what was my parents bedroom. Occupied only by my mother now, as my father had moved out. Until then I don't recall ever having seen her cry. I walked in the room, climbed on the bed and layed my head on her lap. She stroked my head and continued crying silently. I cried with her though I'm not sure I had any idea why I was crying other than my mommy was sad. I can't tell you how long we stayed like that. You see, I was only about 3 years old watching my mother crying as she and my father were getting divorced. I thankfully don't remember any arguing or fighting. I don't even remember him living with us although I know he did. I only remember her crying. And don't remember seeing her cry again since. Aside from at funerals or really sad movies. And that folks, is my "first" memory. The earliest memory I have. What is your earliest memory?