My first memory.

I remember being a toddler, sitting in the kitchen eating my lunch (canned spaghetti) and my Mom was washing dishes.

I asked her what did I do when I was little.

And she replied I’d sing “Someone in the kitchen with Dinah” (and then we sang it).

And then I asked, “Then what?”

And she said, “You’d eat spaghetti.”

And then I asked, “Then what?”

And she replied I’d sing “Someone in the kitchen with Dinah” (and then we sang it).

And then I asked, “Then what?”

And she said, “You’d eat spaghetti.”

And on and on it went.

You would think this would be either boring to me or annoying to my Mom.

But I remember us laughing and laughing.

I think, that’s a very good first memory to have.