Growing up as me :}

Sometimes do you sit and try to think , what age was my first memory? Was I 2? I believe I was actually.
 I remember a house we lived in that an older lady named Mrs. Gault rented out part of of her house.
I remember  kind of what the inside of some of the house looked like, and there was a drop off from the back porch.
 I had a teddy bear named Mamie. Of anything and everything I have ever lost, when I lost this bear in a storage I had and couldn't pay on, it hurt me more than you could imagine! :{
I was inside of a little store in North Chattanooga looking over 3 feet above me to see the man behind the counter,with 3 pennies giving them to him @ age 3 (from what my mama told me). Apparently I had walked out of the house and down the block to the corner store!
 We lived on Coeval St and Albany St, both in N. Chatt.  When we lived on Albany we had a live Nativity at church and they used one of my baby dolls. :}. I remember that my uncle Julius lived with us for a while and he always stomped and made loud noises when it stormed, because, it scared me and I always ran and jumped in his lap. He thought it was funny! He was playing and was always nice to me.
  We had a cake for my daddy  once and we hid in the kitchen and mama came out and lit his cake for him. Aw sweet <3
 We lived in North Chattanooga, in a 2 story little house on Barton Ave. We had 2 dogs and a cat. I remember giving the cat a bath, he took off running and never came back. Never to be seen again! There was a house across from us and the people who lived there had a housekeeper. I decided to just take off and go to visit my friend who lived there. I was talking to the house keeper and turned around and there mama was! Uh oh! Needless to say, I got my butt busted. And had to stay in the rest of the day. I knew not to walk across the street. 
I had my own bedroom, I think there was a curtain over my closet door.I use to dream that little green men came out of my closet.
 I could look out of my window and down to the driveway and wave bye to daddy when he was leaving for work.
If I was upstairs and he came home I always knew, because, our cocker spaniels would run down the stairs to meet him.
And then when I was 4, we moved to Red Bank on Lamar Ave...