My first memory is of sitting in the middle in the back of my family's orange Jeep as my dad backed into the driveway of our house in Clearfield, Utah. I was probably three.
That was the house with the willow tree that didn't get big until after we'd moved away. That was the house with the garden where Mom grew red currants for making into red currant syrup.
Mmmm...red currant syrup...
Listening to: http://nooooooooooooooo.com/
Reading: The Many Adventures of Winnie-the-Pooh by A.A. Milne