Found Memory #1

I was thinking today about how my life (like I'm sure most of everyone's) is filled with "found memories"...those times when we had something good, bad, crazy happen and then we forgot about them until later in life...or, cool stories we haven't really told everyone...or not cool, but interesting.  You get the idea.

So, I've decided to throw in a little bit of a regular posting.  I shall call it "Found Memories" and add a numerical value to it making it that much more official.  Ah, what fun we shall have...in fact, i like the name so much i just registered foundMemory.com so i could use it in the future as its own website playground of Found Memories (hmmm, maybe i should register foundMemories.com as well?)...wow, first post and i've already gone overboard - that isn't like me at all!

So, here it is...

FOUND MEMORY #1: Supermarket BAM!

I'm  about  5 years old  and playing  "tag" in the super-market with Scottie.  My mom watches Scottie during the day and he and I find ourselves getting into trouble quite a bit.  So, we are playing a combination of "tag" and "hide and seek" all over the store while my mom shopped.  I was in isle 4a (I'm making that part up, but it will help progress the story if I have an isle number) and I had just tagged Scotty next to the spaghetti sauce.  I remember laughing and RUNNING away from him up the isle towards the milk and then turning the corner and heading down isle 5a.  I was looking behind me the whole time for him trying not to get touched and just as I turned around to see where i was going...

BAM

I ran full force into a shopping cart coming the other way, which laid me out flat.  The next thing I remember was being in the car with someone holding a towel over my forehead going to the hospital.  I don't think I blacked out or anything, but I don't remember my mom getting a towel from the manager, blood on the isle or getting into the car or any of that.

So, 5 stitches later I was back home playing with Scottie and all was well.

Oh, and the lady pushing the cart that knocked me flat and split open my forehead creating a scar still visible to this day?  That was none other than my mom.  Small world.