My Earliest Memory

I can remember hearing encouragement in the form of my mother’s voice from when I was an infant, but the first complete recollection I have is being at my third birthday party in our house in Michigan. My hair was in a beautiful afro-puff at the top of my head. I had a cute pink dress on, and my cake was pink. Our living room had this ball shaped lamp with a rose hand painted on it. I thought it was so beautiful that I wanted roses everywhere. My family sang happy birthday to me and then I got to blow out my candles (I was SO proud) and eat my cake, which my mom made. Good, times, good times.