First Memory

The first childhood memory I can recall took place when I was four. The event was the building of my new house. I remember going out to this lot of just grass two times a week. I never understand why my mom and I would go to this spot so often. I guess I never paid attention to the for sale sign in the front of my old house either. One day I woke up to find a couple of men taking the furniture out of my house. I thought that maybe we were just getting new furniture. Peice by peice, they took all of the furniture out except for the kitchen stuff and my mom's bedroom furniture. As the days went by I came to the same empty house after headstart, and my mom and I went to the same spot which now had a foundation. About two months later my mommy told me that we were going to live with my grandmother for a little while. I remember thinking, "are we poor now?" But gettin a brand new house never came to mind. I remember sleeping at my grandmother's every night in a significantly smaller bed. I was accustomed to lying in my full sized bed, but now I had to sleep in a twin bed.
The air outside had gotten cold, so my mom and I went to a big shed that had all of our furniture and clothes. We returned to my grandma's, and I thought nothing else of it. By now it was the beginning of December. I remember my mom receiving the big JC Penny Christmas catalog and her telling me to pick out some things that I wanted. Of course, I picked out at least a million things knowing i wouldn't get all of it. As the days passed by my mom was there less and less. I didn't understand why, so one day I asked my grandma about it. She replied, "she gettin a big surprise for you ready."
When Christmas Eve came, my mom picked me up, and once again we went to the same place. This time there was actually a big completed house there. She opened the garage, we get out of the car and went inside. She replied, "this your new house baby." It was much bigger than the other one. I felt like I had just walked into a candy store and was able to get all the candy i wanted. I happily exclaimed, "where my room at mama?" She took me to it, and I felt right at home.
That night, I put out some milk and cookies for Santa Clause and went to my new room. It was so hard for me to sleep. My mother kept coming in my room telling me to go to sleep or Santa Clause would skip our house. The next morning, I woke up and ran to the den and just stopped. There were presents all around the fireplace and the couch. That was the first time we ever had a chimney for Santa to come down. I ran into my mother's room and yelled, "Mama, Santa been here, he been here!" What a great first memory to have!! hahaha