Day 14 - Your earliest memory.

I believe I was three, and bored out of my mind, as is usually the case when my mom takes me shopping. I wanted to go to the park, and climb "the drums" as I called it, which was basically a steel rod with flat round steps protruding from it. Very drumlike in appearance to my three-year-old self. Meanwhile, my mom and I were waiting in line to pay for our purchases, after which to the park we would go! But I couldn't wait any longer. Every second I wasn't at the top of those drums felt like an eternity of wasted opportunities. The minute she let go of my hand to get her wallet from her purse, I quietly bolted out of the store and headed to my destination (a few blocks away), until I got to the top of those drums, on top of the world! The park was completely empty except for some random old gypsy man raking hay into a wagon the distance, and maybe half an hour had passed when I started to get bored, worried, and I wanted my mommy (why hadn't she come to the park like she'd promised? What if she'd gotten abducted?). Next thing I know, an acquaintance of my mom's was pulling me hard by the ear and yelling at me about how I'd completely scared the shit out of my mom, she'd started running around the entire city looking for me, and apparently in the process had gathered a sizable search party of friends and acquaintances. I don't really remember the tearful reunion (I assume it was tearful because my ear really hurt) but I do remember it had been a nice day, a perfect day at the park.