My Earliest Memory

When I was little, about 5 years old, my brother and I had one of those little inflatable pools. Well, they are not the sturdiest things to start with, so it eventually got a hole in it and sprung a leak. We were living in Phoenix, Arizona at the time, and it gets as hot as Satan’s armpit there in the summer.

In our front yard, we had this huge agave plant and on the tip of their very long leaves is a needle. My mom was very crafty and I had seen her sew things dozens of times, so I got the bright idea that I could fix the hole in our pool by sewing it with that agave needle. My mom came out and asked what the heck I thought I was doing and I told her I was trying to sew up the hole. She just about died laughing. Needless to say, it didn’t work, and we were stuck running in the sprinkler after that.


