I was 4!

I have a good memory.  I like to think that I have a great memory. After all I'm able to think back to the past with relative ease.  It's rather fun for me.  While some people have a superb memory some may not.

I think the earliest memories I have go back to when I was only 4.  When I was 4 we moved to Indiana for a year.  We rented out our house and moved into a rented single-wide in a trailer park.  Weird things happened while we were there in that park.  I think that park had the spooks.  I think it was eerie.  I think it was haunted.  There were just too many strange things happening all the time.  First let me tell you about my cat.  His name was Venturesome he was poisoned and died.  I loved that cat so much.  We brought him to Indiana with us.  I remember being so sad that someone would poison him. Who poisons a cat!  What kind of place has someone running around poisoning cats.  This is what I remember, but remember, I was 4.  He probably just ate something he wasn't suppose to but I believed he was poisoned by someone who was out to get him.  That's my story and I'm stickin to it.

One day a woman who lived in a trailer near by ours was taking a bath and her trailer caught on fire.  She was saved, but her trailer all a blaze I believe was destroyed.  I think she stood there watching in her bath robe while everyone stood around her.  The men I think were watching only her in the bath robe.  While us kids, watched the trailer slowly burn to the ground.  Remember, I was 4.  

The trailer park sat awkwardly at the bottom of a hill.  A large hill.  A steep hill.  A big, big hill.  As would be described by a 4 year old.  In fact, I'm pretty sure when we were under tornado watches, we felt pretty safe because we sat low as though we were in a hole.  This one particular day a car came flying over the hill.  Launching through the air!  Bursting over top of the hill, and either everyone died in that car or... that car hit a car and they all died?  I don't remember, after all I was only 4.

Enjoyably our family became very good friends with the family who owned the trailer park.  My sister was best friends with one of the older daughters and I was friends with a younger daughter.  My sister and I went to stay at their house, an over-nighter.  This was a big deal for me, I was only 4 you know. :)  They lived in a mysterious house.  Mysterious to me anyway.  I mean, it was an A-frame.  What's an A-frame?  We, all 7 of us, had our sleeping bags and were getting into them when somehow, some way, I don't know how or what way, it was discovered, that I had a tick stuck to my head.  Even now, Gross! This caused immediate panic.  I mean, I was 4.  I stared at everyone like a deer in headlights.  "What is on my head?!"  I was so scared I froze then I panicked! Then I almost died!  Or so I remember.  I don't know, I was 4.  When my mom was called to come quick, someone took tweezers and plucked that thing off and showed it to me. Well....that I remember!  Still, today at 30 something. ;-)   

Then on a day outing my parents took my sister and I to Mammoth Cave.  I do not remember this very well, shockingly right?  No! I'm sure it has been blocked from my memory.  Why?  Well, the story goes, "Sarah saw a cave cricket and had nightmares every single night for 10 years!!!!"  I guess I kinda freaked.  My mother would tell you that's an understatement.  I went ballistic.  I don't even know what a cave cricket looks like to this day. One that might be seen in a cave, a Mammoth size cave, I hear is bigger than your typical cricket and quite possibly the size of a small hand. Perhaps. I'm not sure.  I was 4.

Another thing I liked to do was ride my bike around the trailer park.  I had the cutest little red bike with training wheels.  It had an 'S' on the seat which of course stood for Sarah.  I believed that until I was about 30 when someone, (my husband) dashed my spirits and told me, "No, it stands for Schwinn."   Oh crap!

The area surrounding the trailer park was very flat and had a lot of red colored sand and ground soil.  I would find little circle jewelry looking pieces.  They have a name, but for the life of me, I still don't know what they are.  They were neat.  We only lived there in that park for one year, but that one year has never left my memory.  I wonder sometimes if those kids who's parents owned the park ever think of us.  I wonder what they remember. I bet they'd agree, that place had the spooks.