I tell people that my earliest memory is of my sister’s birth, but that’s not really true; there is one memory that I know is earlier, of my father (or possibly my mother) asking if I wanted a little sister. The question, of course, is whether the memory is real. For one thing, what if I’d said no? And for another, they had no way of knowing they were having another girl. But they did, and we were best friends for years before spending years barely knowing each other and now being pretty much best friends again.
My earliest memory that I know for certain is real is of my sister’s birth on March 8, 1981. She was born at home and my father and I walked to the corner and bought the newspaper. I told the man at the shop about the placenta. I was a little bit younger than Sam is now.
My sister will be 28 years old tomorrow.
Years ago we’d IM on the MSN Messenger, and close our chats with the umbrella symbol, which is made by typing (um). We’ve since moved to iChat/AIM and now Skype, but still close our chats with (um).
So for her birthday I made this for my sister: