Earliest Memory
My earliest memory is of me driving. The car was purple, had four wheels, and was powered by my feet. The roof was round like a Volkswagen, but lacked windows. I know this memory has been mixed with a photograph that exists of me; I'm in the driver's seat. Therefore, the "memory" includes a big smile on my face, pigtails, a bright read shirt, and a Christmas tree in the background. What I know I remember for sure, is the opening and closing of the tiny plastic door that let me in and out. I remember that this is what aided me in learning how to open a car door. I remember this is what I would nag my big brother about helping me with. What's strange now is that I'm not a big fan of purple, I'm twenty-one and have no automobile, but I am dying to buy a Volkswagen.