Going Back

I was trying to remember what I remember from my childhood. I have some memory of laying on my daddy while he laid on the floor and we looked at his fish tanks. :-)

My earliest memories, which I think are real and true are of us living in apartments.
I don't remember much about the apartments themselves or my room or anything really about the apartment, but I do remember a little bit of our furniture. We had a dark forest green nubby couch (I remember playing with the nubbies) and a weird lamp; it had a shiny black base with a bright shiny gold lightening bolt type thing on it and a lamp shade that was sort of white, with black drizzles and black lacing whip stitched on both the top and bottom edges. It was probably a common design for the day, but it was really unattractive.

I remember the ice cream man, wow do I remember him. I think he came everyday, I remember hearing the music and many times going down to stand at the end of the sidewalk waiting for the magic man to appear. The truck would stop and out would pop the clean cut, white suited Ice Cream Man. He'd ask what we wanted and open up the door of the truck, it was frosty and cold and magic....he'd reach way down in there and even though the door wasn't very big, he seemed to be able to quickly and easily find just what you wanted. I loved going to the ice cream truck.

Also about this time I have a vague memory of being watched by someone...I think I liked the person well enough, but my mom tells me that the woman was feeding me gravy everyday, so she didn't let the lady watch me anymore. Isn't that funny? Gravy.

This is also the place where my mother said I left my tricycle outside;she went down to get it and was doing the stand on the back and push thing and somehow she fell, and scraped herself up. She sort of made it sound like I should have put it away, but I'm thinking I was pretty little and we lived in an apartment upstairs...soooooo :-(