I was reading my friend's Blog today (Meghann Kathleen Peterson). She wrote about her childhood. Interesting story. As she told her story, she recounted what she recalls as her first memory (Christmas 1982: Puppy in a box).

I read her story with curiosity and then began to wonder about my first memory. I'm sad to say that my first memory is of fear. Fear of my mother dying, a fear that still consumes me to this day. How I hate fear. I fear just about everythig. And then again, there are times I don't fear at all.