My earliest memory…

My earliest memory; I have two conflicting ones, but I will go for the better one. When my dad was getting weaker (I had no idea he was sick, I thought he just loved to sleep much), I must have been 4 or 5, he would call us and ask us to dance for him.

He would then give us money, we would run out through a ‘hole’ my older siblings had made in the fence, and the go buy sweets. Hmmmmmm… yea, that is my earliest memory.

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