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|(This is a real, historical event, by the way)|
I started screaming, so Melinda grabbed my hand and hauled me--screaming--to Mother and Father. Father caught me up and hugged me tight, then we all got out of there. I guess Father thought it was safer to be outside in the wide, open yard, where nothing could fall on us. The stairs were swaying and the hanging chandelier fell, just missing Mitch and breaking all over the floor.
By the time we got outside, the shaking had stopped. But my crying didn't. I wouldn't let Father put me down the rest of the night. And a good thing too! Because something called "aftershocks" kept happening. It was cold outside, but we all huddled together until the worst of it was over. Now, every time I feel even a little shaking, my mind goes right back to that scary day. My earliest memory. Not so fun.
2. What is your earliest memory of a birthday? The year I got Taffy, of course! I was six years old. Chad woke me up, and I was mad at first. But when he carried me out to the barn and I saw Taffy, I forgot to be mad anymore. She and I have the same birthday! I also remember my cake was white. And we made ice cream! Yum! I don't remember anything else I got for my birthday. My new filly overshadowed every other present.
3. What is your earliest memory of a food? Oh, my! That is easy! I always liked to hang around the cowhands and the cookhouse. I always begged to try whatever Cook was fixing. One day when I was about five, a couple of the Mexican hands offered me something from Cook. I took a bite and my whole mouth caught on fire. "Pica, pica, pica!" I screamed (it's hot). The hands roared their laughter. But when my tears gushed, they got scared and wondered what the big boss (Chad) would say. I sure surprised them when--even through my tears--I said, "Quiero mas!" (I want more). The salsa was so tasty, once the fire went out.
4. What is your earliest memory of a gathering? Christmas! And everybody singing around the piano. Every year it's the same. We all sing Christmas carols, since we live so far away from town and can't carol to our neighbors. I remember my first carol--"Away in a Manger." I was four years old.
5. What is your earliest memory of family? My father taking me all around the ranch on his big horse Caesar. I went everywhere with him.
6. What is your favorite memory? See #5
7. What is your earliest memory of a gift? My horse, Taffy!
8. What is your earliest memory of an embarrassment? I was nine and found out my mother was going to be the substitute teacher for our classroom.
9. What is your earliest memory of when you were scared? See #1. :-) Another memory is when my friend Riley and I got lost one day and ran into Indians!
10. How young were you when you received Christ? I was almost six. My mother took me on her knee after Father died and told me he was in heaven. Right then I knew I wanted to go to heaven too. Mother explained how I needed to ask Jesus to take away my sins. She also explained what "sin" meant. I had no trouble realizing I'd committed any number of sins. My eyes grew wide when I made the connection between my screaming fits when I didn't get my own way, or when I didn't want to obey, or any number of things. I needed Jesus to make me clean on the inside. And then I didn't need to worry the next time I forgot and sinned anyway. I knew Jesus would forgive me anytime I asked. And I get to go to heaven too!
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