My earliest memory I was three, and I was wearing a beautiful white dress that had three yellow flowers on it and two heart shaped pockets.. it was made of a thin fragile material like those used in handkerchiefs and my mom would always tell me to not pull it because it is so fragile it will rip.. well one day my uncle was over and I threw a tantrum not sure the reason but I do remember ripping my dress apart and crying after ruining it even more because there was no putting it back together..
a second memory also around the same time was of the house door closing on foot full force to the wind and my screaming until I passed out, and waking up with my foot in some cast or bandages later.. the pain was excruciating for days.. or at the time in my mind seemed like months the way my dad would un-bandage clean my wound and re-bandage every night..
plus other frightful ones I prefer to forget.. I felt like our house was haunted but no one at the time believed me.. but oh I saw things.. terribly scary horribly frightening things..
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