Describe one of your earliest childhood memories.

I know I’ve mentioned this before but I don’t know if I actually described it or wrote it out. I’m not the writer here so I’m relying on AJ’s skills here but it’s my memory – I promise.

My earliest childhood memory was when I was probably three or four. We lived in a small wooden cabin in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. It was around the holiday season there was snow everywhere on the ground – my mother couldn’t work because she couldn’t leave the house. The roads were so snow covered a state of emergency was issued – not that I knew what that meant then. But I knew my mother wouldn’t have been home otherwise.

Our house had the familiar scent of a crackling fire and freshly baked pies. Round one was completed and my mother was starting the…