Blog #2: Early Memory

One day I was at my favorite pre-school, we had spent the day tie-dying shirts for our dads for Fathers Day. I remember my shirt was mainly white with little bits of faded blue and red splattered over it. Despite the lack of dye on my shirt I was extremely proud to give this gift to my dad because I had worked so hard on it. While I was explaining to him how we made the shirts I started to feel a tired sensation throughout my body.

After that I don't remember much, but I do remember waking up in the dark, confused. In the morning my dad told what had happened. Apparently I had passed out into my macaroni and cheese explaining the process of tie dying, and all the fun that my friends and I had that day.