A Cherished Memory

Today’s prompt for Bloganuary is “What is the earliest memory you have?”. Hmm…..I am not entirely sure if this would be my most earliest memory but it is one I very much cherish.

When I was about three or four years old, my parents bought me a little children’s desk. Although I am not 100% sure if I am remembering it correctly, I believe the desk was red and white with a seat attached to it. I also remember being able to lift the top of the desk like it was a lid to where I could store my colouring books and crayons but again, it was so long ago and I am not sure if I am truly remembering the desk correctly.

What I do remember for sure though, and this is the important part of the memory, was that my dad, who was a pastor at the time and still is, had a home office where my tiny desk was put. Right next to his desk. When he would work on his sermons or other projects, there I would be. Colouring or drawing next to my dad. 💜