My earliest memory? Really? Who wants to hear about MY earliest memory. If you’ve read my books or the first one, then you know that MY earliest memories, suck ass. They aren’t happy, they aren’t pleasant, they aren’t even tolerable. My first memories are horrible. Even if I had to pick a “pleasant one” it would be of standing up in the front seat of the car while my Dad drove. Eating a roll from KFC, yes, a roll, back before they had biscuits they had the best yeast rolls ever. And I loved them. But that’s not even a pleasant memory or a happy one. Because we were going “coon hunting”. Yes, that’s right, I was riding along with my father as he was going hunting raccoons. It was not pretty, happy, pleasant or enjoyable….except for that damn roll.