CeReBrAL GuMbo.....

I didn't write Day 12 on day 12 because...well--I thought I was stupid. It was a challenge to bullet point your whole day, and (even though my daily life is amazing) I just didn't feel the need to bullet point it (that's what my twitter is for).
Day 13's topic is somewhere I'd like to move or visit. Well, I now live the place I would like to move--I absolutely LOVE it here. I don't have any place in particular that I'd like to visit; I suppose a trip to a tropical place, or somewhere in South America would be nice--maybe an African safari.
Which brings us to Day 14--My earliest memory

Answer: Would have to be my amazing daddy doing magic tricks with quarters and random hair bows. Every time my dad would do my hair, (which I loved because I thought he did the best afro pony-tail ever) he would do magic tricks with my hair ties and make them disappear. They would always reappear in my navel or ear somehow--amazing right? Actually, most of my earliest memories were of my dad. 
My mom and I had great times too. I remember when we went on road trips down south to visit family. we would stop at damn near every Aunt Sarah's Pancake house to eat and we would always go to South of the Border on the way back.  I also remember always dressing up in her clothes. I used to think my mom was the coolest and fliest person ever in life (I still do--because she's amazing) so I would try to look like her as much as humanly possible. I would dress up in her clothes, put her lipstick on my cheeks so they could be red like hers and I even liked to wear clothes that I thought she would wear (although 5-yr-old girl's clothes didn't quite give me the look I was going for).
Lastly, as I reach into the depths of my mind--I remember going to Hershey Park with my mom and dad. I was soooooo scared to get on this water boat thing where the boat simulates a roller coaster by rolling off a cliff and smashing into the water (sounds scary right). Well, I remember screaming my head off about how I didn't want to get on so loud my I could barley breathe. My mom, being the wonderful person that she is, sympathized with my struggle (bless her heart)--my dad on the other hand was like "You're getting on. You'll live". So as I strap my self in (well as I hold on to my dad for dear life) my entire 5 years of life flashed before my eyes, and I just KNEW it was the end. The boat approached the edge ever so slowly. I could hear the manufactured waves crashing louder than the Arctic during crabbing season--my heart was beating 5 miles a minute. The boat tip-tip-tipped over the edge and--I LOVED IT!!! My hands immediately flew up (with a little coercion from my dad) and I thought it was the most AMAZING ride ever created.
That's about as early as I can go folks. Until tomorrow...

Peace.