Blog Challenge *Day 14*

What is your earliest memory?
That's a hard one. It might have been sitting on the floor of my room in our old house in Arizona, while my mom leaned on the doorway and read me words out of a Russian dictionary or a science book (we legit did that a few times). Or it might have been watching our Toyota go through a car wash in Arizona. It was a car wash where you get out of the car and they put it on an automatic belt-thingy, and then you could go inside the gas station's convenience store and watch your car get a wash through the windows. 

Le Toyota which I named "Herbie" when I was 4.

Or it might be riding my tricycle down the sidewalk in Arizona. I'm not sure which order all of those things went in, so I don't know for sure. But you get the idea.