I don't have a specific first memory. I don't remember my brother being born, I was 2 1/2. I kind of just have a sense of how far back I remember. I remember the house we lived in, I remember specific details about said house, I have no idea how old I was. I remember it was two stories, (I think it was in Fort Campbell), I remember getting my first cat for Easter and my parents hid her him behind the fridge until I heard him mewing. I remember my mom giving me cough medicine and me throwing it up all over the white kitchen. I remember eating and not liking apple cinnamon oatmeal. I don't remember my dad telling me that if I threw up (because I was gagging) I'd have to eat it, but my mom says it happened.. Most of these memories don't include Brandon because he was a baby and probably napping all the time. (Or I was still hoping someone was coming to pick him up and take him away at this point.)
Today's prompt is Throw Back Thursday, Childhood Celebrity Crush.
Oh, N*Sync. How I loved you. They were my first concert, and it was joyous.
Those sweet sweet dance moves.
You don't need me back I never left.
Yes. Yes we do.
But the most beloved of all the N*sync men was Lance freaking Bass.
I mean how could you not love him right? My best friend at the time and I used to get into week long arguments over who loved Lance Bass more. And my brother would run in right in the middle of it and yell "IT DOESN'T MATTER, HE'S GAY!" Turns out ole' Bray Bray was right. Lance Bass was gay. And
that was probably the saddest news I'd heard in a long time (that my brother was right, not that Lance was gay..... I just wanted him to be happy. With me. I wanted him to be happy with me...... but I guess it all worked out in the end anyway.)