My first memory

So I was born in a log cabin. For real. My mom didn't want to have her babies in the hospital. I think that's a cool fun fact! Luckily, I got to see the log cabin before it was torn down.  It was on Mount Sequoyah in Fayetteville, Arkansas.  My mom didn't work when I was a baby and spent a lot of time reading to me.  I was reading some books by the age of one. I think it was more because of my photographic memory rather than actual comprehension.  My dad was a truck driver when I was little so I didn't see him a lot.  My first memory is a spanking. Go figure.  You aren't supposed to forget why you got spanked.  I was a few months shy of my second birthday and my brother Aaron had just been born.  He was born at home as well but in a duplex!  So my mom is asleep with my baby brother and my dad was at the University of Arkansas taking classes.  Apparently, running around the house alone at 2 years old was no big deal back then.  They probably didn't even have plugs on the electrical outlets. I digress.  All I remember is I'm rubbing toothpaste into the arms of a hippie looking arm chair and my dad walks in with his bicycle helmet on. Next thing I know, I'm in the tub with a fresh spanking.  Isn't that a terrible first memory? Actually, I'm kind of chuckling about it while I'm writing this.  I'm of the opinion that a good spanking every now and then never hurt anybody but maybe did some good.  In fact, I think I can remember every spanking I ever got and why!