Day 14 - your earliest memory

Mom and I have traced it back to when I was 2.  I was going for a bike ride with the family.  My sister rode on the back of my Dad's bike.  My brother was 6 and he rode his own bike.  I rode on the bar of my Father's bike.  (I KNOW!!!  How unsafe!!)  Well, pulling out of the driveway one time, I got my foot caught in Dad's tire and it bent my toes.  I don't remember getting it caught but I remember how they treated me afterwards.  I was soaking my foot and Mom brought me a Popsicle.  You know the kind they still sell - the long liquid filled Popsicles.    I wasn't permanently maimed - I survived.  I don't think I cried - we don't recall if I cried.  I know my Father felt horrible that it happened.  It wasn't his fault it was mine.   It's funny I don't recall the pain or it actually happening but just the aftermath. 

 Green Popsicles are still my favorite.