My Earliest Memory

I’ve just discovered a flurry of Writing Prompts and thought I’d start giving them a spin!

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.

My earliest memory is from age three.  I was sitting on the cement porch steps in front of our house, and the neighbor girl was sitting with me.  She had brought over her little jewelry box, and was letting me look through it.  I remember feeling very special, because she was older than me, and was letting me play with her jewelry.  I think that’s why the memory stuck with me.  :)

You Know You Have Big Boobs When…

You can perform magic with them.  Yes, ladies and gentleman, I can make a CD completely disappear, using only my cleavage!

You can hide things UNDER your boobs, and they’ll stay there.

You have really, truly, lost things in your cleavage before.

You walk toward a mirror naked, and realize why they’re called “knockers”…they really do knock together with each step!

Your boobs are a convenient popcorn catcher at the movies.  And yes, you can lick the popcorn up off your boobs without having to reach for it.

Your entire hand can be hidden in your cleavage.  (And my hands are not dainty.)

You jump off the bottom step and your boobs give a resounding SLAP!

Your boobs don’t fit behind all restaurants booths – sometimes you have to just pick ‘em up and set ‘em on the table.

You hide your hands under your boobs when they’re cold.