If it is my most vivid memory is debatable, but my 2nd oldest memory is my first birthday party. It was in my cousins back yard in the late '70s. I was wearing courdory overalls and a red and white stiped shirt. My mom wanted me to come to the table and eat some cake and open presents, but all I wanted to do was sit in my cousins go kart. It wasn't powered, there was an opening in the bottom where your feet hit the ground and you pushed it along with your leg power. I wasn't strong enough to move it forward (this thing weighed 3-5 times my weight) but I could move it backwards, and looked over my shoulder and steered with one hand like I saw my parents do when they drove their cars in reverse. My mom picked me up by the straps of my overalls and I squirmed to get back into the cart. She told me if I ate some cake, I could go and play in the car some more. I sacrfed down that piece of cake so quickly I got icing all over my face and didn't care. I ran back to the car. After some more pushing that beast around, my legs were burning. This was the first time I had ever felt muscle burn and didn't know what was going on. Soon I wasn't able to move the car at all and was frustrated, I didn't know why the hell my legs just didn't do what I knew they could, and why the hell were they burning. My mom told me I needed a nap. I said "no" and and tried to move it some more and just fell asleep. I vaguely remember being picked up and put into the back seat of the car (car seats weren't a thing back then, neither were seat belts in the back seats of cars).
If it is my most vivid memory is debatable, but my 2nd oldest memory is my first birthday party. It was in my cousins back yard in the late '70s. I was wearing courdory overalls and a red and white stiped shirt. My mom wanted me to come to the table and eat some cake and open presents, but all I wanted to do was sit in my cousins go kart. It wasn't powered, there was an opening in the bottom where your feet hit the ground and you pushed it along with your leg power. I wasn't strong enough to move it forward (this thing weighed 3-5 times my weight) but I could move it backwards, and looked over my shoulder and steered with one hand like I saw my parents do when they drove their cars in reverse. My mom picked me up by the straps of my overalls and I squirmed to get back into the cart. She told me if I ate some cake, I could go and play in the car some more. I sacrfed down that piece of cake so quickly I got icing all over my face and didn't care. I ran back to the car. After some more pushing that beast around, my legs were burning. This was the first time I had ever felt muscle burn and didn't know what was going on. Soon I wasn't able to move the car at all and was frustrated, I didn't know why the hell my legs just didn't do what I knew they could, and why the hell were they burning. My mom told me I needed a nap. I said "no" and and tried to move it some more and just fell asleep. I vaguely remember being picked up and put into the back seat of the car (car seats weren't a thing back then, neither were seat belts in the back seats of cars).
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