This time I'm going way, waaaaay back. This is actually my first memory. I thought I must've been a couple of years old, at least, but my mom says that I was less than two. It was around Easter. We were grocery shopping at the Miracle Mile shopping center. I think it was just my mom and I, but I'm not quite sure. I only remember the two of us... and a stranger. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I was looking at the Easter egg dying kits when Mom said "Come on, Katie." But I was busy. You know, at that particular moment in my life, egg painting with Dudley was far more interesting than finding a good price on frozen corn. I stayed there, my little feet planted in front of the display. When I finally decided it was my time to move on, I turned to join my mom.
She wasn't there. I looked to the left. I looked to the right. I didn't see her. I turned the corner of the aisle and then relief--there stood the lady I was looking for. I ran up to her and latched on to her leg. I was so relieved to have found my mom... or so I thought. Something was wrong. I looked up, and to my horror I was holding on to some other lady's leg. Her jeans looked surprisingly a lot like my mom's! I was so embarrassed I immediately started to cry. I distinctly remember that I cried out of embarrassment, not fear.
Instantly Mom was at my side, scooping me up and away from the strange woman. I do remember her being a nice lady and acting sympathetically toward me. It didn't matter, though. The experience was traumatic enough to etch itself forever on my memory.
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