My First Memory

Although I have a few vague memories that may or may not be the first, one memory always comes to mind when I answer this question. When I was about four, I was at Frank's Nursery with my mom and she had ran into a friend of hers as we were on our way out. They began talking for a while and I had apparently had enough and wanted to leave. To get my mom to wrap up her conversation I began tugging at her leg. I kept tugging and tugging and wasn't getting a reaction until I heard my moms voice asking me what I was doing. The problem was that the voice was coming from behind me. Then I realized that I had spent that past several minutes tugging on the women's leg who my mom was talking to. For some reason, I remember being completely mortified and reacted by running back into the store and hiding. I can't remeber much else of the story but my mom tells me a store employee ended up finding me inside of a big flower pot.