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biography: my earliest childhood memory

As seen in my last biographical writing, a lot of my stories and memories from child hood include throwing up. Now, as my earliest childhood memories, I am going to describe the not one, but two, other instances of throw up engraved in my brain forever.
The first is The Roadtrip. I was maybe two or three, and my family and I were all driving back to Oklahoma from Tennessee. We were in Tennessee for my aunt's wedding, and we were driving really late at night.I was in my carseat, and I was eating gummy worms. Eventually, I went into a gummy worm coma and fell asleep. I then woke up to myself throwing up gummy worms all over myself and my carseat. There wasn't a rest stop for several miles, so I had to wait to be cleaned off. I remember the exact barbie nightgown I was wearing. It was my favorite, and I was devastated. Eventually, we got to a rest stop where my parent cleaned me and my carpet up as my two older siblings complained. Once everything was clean, we got back on the road and I fell back into my gummy worm-induced sleep and slept the rest of the way home.
The second instance is Golden Corral. This instance also happens when I was two or three, and it includes my older sister, Kylie, who would have been 6-7 at the time. My family and I were eating at Golden Corral with my Grandparents and aunts and uncles on some springtime Sunday holiday. It was either Easter or Mother's Day. My sister was sitting directly across this long rectangular table from me. She gets her drink, which happens to be chocolate milk, and she starts chugging away. The next thing we know, I am being projectile vomitted on by my sister because she drank her chocolate milk too fast. It was still cold! Again, my mom took me into the bathroom and took my cute, festive dress off and put me into the much less fancy spare clothes she had for me. I will have to get my sister's current-day status on liking chocolate milk.
(Image information: My sister, Kylie and I, wearing
matching shirts circa 2003)

Note: I chose to write about this because they're honestly some of the oldest memories I have. I'm not sure if it's been because I've been told them so many times, but I feel like I ultimately remember them. I have a few older memories too, but I feel like I generally have pretty poor memory. These are a few my family and I talk about frequently, and I know it might be gross to some people. But, ater all, that's life.

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