An old wash basin

Since I have clear, well-documented memories from less than a year old (used to scare and bother some people big time), I choose to just simply describe my first, clear memory as a baby girl of about 10 months.

My grandmother placed me in an old wash basin to cool off from a warm, slightly muggy, Kentucky summer.

[Submitted to Ralph Moore's 2002 website. Since then, the website has been updated and this submission lost.]

Posted By: J. D.

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