The Joy of Painting

What is your earliest memory? Now, are you sure that is what really happened? Or did it come from a story your family told you? Or from home movies or videos? Or maybe something that you just dreamed up? The child’s memory is a strange and awesome thing!
This is my earliest memory. I was four and we were living in El Paso, Texas. I was alone playing in the garage. Or maybe it was the basement. Anyway, I was exploring and came upon a big can. Yellow paint was leaking from the lid. Bright yellow paint. So, the big can of yellow paint became my toy. Oh oh……

The next thing I remember is yellow paint being everywhere! Quick – better clean it up or I will be in trouble! Big trouble! Big yellow trouble!

Now I’m looking around for something to clean up the paint, and all the while the paint is spreading. And my panic is growing. I know, I’ll use my socks to clean up the paint! The next thing I remember is being up in my room, hiding out. In the closet, maybe? Or under my bed? I hear my mother screaming about yellow footprints tracked through the house. Mercifully, my memory of this incident ends there.

Ah, my earliest memory is of painting. Or is it?!?

Event: Mick Sheldon's Painting Class at American River College - Sacramento, California