BABIES REMEMBER

I remember standing in my crib when a jar of molasses exploded on the iron stove on the farm. Scared the dickens out of me. I remember bouncing in the bed, when my sister, Schleria, was a baby and she bounced onto the floor and began crying. I remember getting my hand slammed in a car door, as we were leaving church one night. I have other memories too. In each of those described, I was no older than 3, if that.