First Memory of My Beginning

        My memory of the beginning was when i lived in Pablo MT in 1993. I was three years old and i remember playing with my cousins in the back yard in the tree house; it was a beautiful day everything was green and full of life. My cousins and I were playing so many games, i remember when we were pirates in the caribbean, people in a haunted house, the lost boys ( yes i wanted to be a lost boy i didnt care if i was a girl), werewolves and vampires. we played in that tree house until it was to dark to play, thats when my dad made us a fire and we played until we couldn't stay awake for another moment; not even for another adventure.