The only thing I could think of as my earliest childhood memory is one takes place on a cracked sidewalk outside my house in Billings. I do not know why I remember this though. It could be because those days were the last days I was with my parents. But now our family is broken and I haven't been with my family in 14 years. The memory is faded, yet what remains is there is printed in my mind like a painting that has been scraped with sand-paper. I was playing with either my brother, friends, or myself. But I was very interested in getting one of those toy cars that look like red and yellow beetles over the cracks in the cement. That is my earliest memory of frustration, yet it may have been something entirely different.
