My earliest memory is being a three year old placed in a car and holding a mirror. I think it might have been a small cabinet mirror, as in a bathroom medicine cabinet. I took this job seriously and it arrived at our new home unscathed. I think this began the idea of being responsible.
I’ve been told of a visit by the local minister when I supposedly brought in my little pee pot and dumped it on the furnace grate. This is an ever popular reminder of what a little dickens I was. I don’t remember this myself, but my sister delights in embarrassing me with this story. I guess now we all know, so those moments should cease.