October 28, 2009
My earliest memories do not go back to the one I wish I had the most. The one I would gladly exchange for so many others, including Nathan Silverman standing on his front stoop with his pants down, his tiny toddler nub glinting in the sunlight, Suzy Creamcheese's coveted leopard-print bicycle seat, and me overdosing on Johnson's orange baby aspirin. I wish I could remember the German Shepherd, the only pet (aside from goldfish) we had while my mom was still married to my biodad. But I know I wouldn't want to remember why we didn't have him for long.