My very first memory is of when I was 3 or 4 years old. My brother who was 11 months older than me, and I, were playing outside in the dirt with a couple of tiny little metal trucks. We were playing outside of our house. It was attached to the back of our fathers little neighborhood grocery store, Roy’s Grocery. It was the summertime. I know this because I remember the dirt was really dry and dusty and we were both only wearing summer shorts; no shoes, no little t-shirts. A thing that I remember is that, at a point, he pulled the trucks away and wouldn’t let me play with them anymore. I am not sure why, but they were his trucks and I was smaller and we were not playing together anymore. I don’t remember the feelings that I had, but I do remember experience visually. This was in the summer of 1948 or 49.