tales of an ordinary girl

I was tagged by Dikkii over at Dikkii's Diatribe for a memory meme.

Here are the rules:

1. Describe my earliest memory where the memory is clear, and where "clear" means I can depict at least three details.
2. Give an estimate of my age at the time.
3. Tag five other bloggers with this meme.

I have a couple of memories, but I can't remember which is the oldest, so I'll name them all.

The first house I remember living in was the house my father built in Big Rock, IL. I moved in when I was just a couple of weeks old and we lived there until I was 5 years old. We had a garden and horses on a couple of acres of land (5, I think?). Next door to us was a corn field where we used to play hide and go seek when the corn was high. I still have a scar over my eye that I think came from running into some thorns in the corn, but I may not be attributing that correctly.

So the memories...

I remember in our "great room", the room with the big picture windows that faced the back yard, sitting with my sister at the piano. She was eating an apple and sprinkling salt on it. That was my first exposure to "sweet and salty" taste, that I know of. I don't know if she still sprinkles salt on her apples or if it was a passing fad. I would guess I was somewhere between 2 & 5 years old.

I remember one Easter my mom hid our Easter baskets around the house, like an Easter egg hunt. I found mine in my parents bedroom, which was painted yellow, behind a big, gold-upholstered chair. I remember that chair from my grandparent's house too though later, so maybe I'm confusing the chair in my memories or maybe they were similar. Again, it was sometime between ages 2 & 5.

I remember my brother and I giving hay to the horses. I'm not sure where the hay came from. Maybe my father had bales in the back yard. But we were feeding it to them and I felt like I was doing very important work. And my brother and I actually got along doing it. Again, it was sometime between the ages of 2 & 5.

Thinking about it I could come up with at least 10 more, I'm sure, in that hazy period between first memories and when we moved. I remember the house and all of the rooms. I wonder how good my memory would be if tested against reality. I wonder if the house is still standing and who lives there now.

I'm tagging:
Evolutionary Middleman
Just Married Chilean Style
No More Hornets
Spanish Inquisitor
You Made Me Say It