My earliest memory is being attacked by hornets when I was 3 years old. I was actually a little over three years. I was wearing a sweater vest and walking from our house to my grandparents. We lived on the same farm. It was the morning of my brother's christening. They got in my sweater. I don't know how many times I was stung. I don't actually remember being stung, but I remember running into my grandmother's house and someone pulling my sweater and shirt off and being sat in the sink in the kitchen.
The only other memory I have before I was 5 is my maternal grandparents getting out of the car and walking down our driveway towards our house. That is the only memory I have of my mom's father. He died when I was 4 years old.
