Earliest Memory

My earliest memory was when I was around four years old. I was outside with my cherry popsicle, and was watching my older sister, Kel, ride her bike around the block. She was six years old at the time and loved riding her new pink bike. My grandma was over at the house and her car had been parked right outside by the mailbox. My dad came out with his video camera and was taping my sister as she rode around, having the time of her life. She was so distracted by my dad taping her, that she was not looking where she was going. I watched her as she rode her bike right in to the side of my grandma's car, and it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. I laughed so hard that I choked on my popsicle. I ran over to my sister only to find her laughing her little butt off as well. My dad caught it all on tape, which is the best part. Great memories.