First Memory

My first memory is of the day my little sister was born, or, more accurately, it is of the teddy bear I got the day my sister was born. I climbed into the hospital bed next to my mommy (which is probably illegal nowadays), and she pretended to deliver MY baby, a bright yellow teddy bear. It was a gaudy thing from Big Lots (then called Odd Lots) with glittering fur and a black vest and jaunty top hat covered in itchy sequins. I loved him immediately and named him Peaches. For years to come, Peaches would be my favorite stuffed animal and would celebrate his birthday on my sister's. Once, I even explained to her that she was the bear's aunt, but, being four years old at the time, she didn't understand how she could have a nephew the same age as herself.