first memory

As I struggle to think back to my first memory all I can think about is the pains of my childhood. These pains are not from bad parenting or anything emotional but rather all the physical pains that happened to me stick out in my mind and memories. All these pains and injuries came when I was between the ages two and four.
The first memory of pain takes me into my first bedroom at my old house. My old house which was located in a subdivision in Raleigh is where all these memories took place. This first memory took place in my room, a room that had bunk beds and a dresser. The dresser is the main object in my memory mainly because it was the cause of my pain. The dresser was a tall skinner dresser rather then one of those that is longer and shorter. My tall dresser had a toy train on the top of it and I want that toy train. With no one else in my room to get the train for me I decided to pull the draws out a little bit and climb to the top as if it were a ladder. After I got to the third draw and just out of reach of the train the dresser fell forward and on top of me, pinning me underneath it. Of course I cried out with pain and my wonderful mom came and pulled my little body out from the worthless excuse for a ladder. Other then scrapes and bruises no damage was done.
My second experience with pain was with my cousin. We were both about three years old and we where play at his house which is just right down the street from my old house. We were playing with G.I. Joes in his backyard when we got into a fire ant hill. At first we were having a great time but once all those ants started biting all there was, was a lot of screaming and crying. We both had to strip down to nothing and get sprayed down with the water hoes. Again because of the pain the memory has stuck with me for a long time.
After having a dresser fall on top of you and fire ants bite you, you might think I would be done but unfortunately I am not. This memory comes from outside my house where I was playing on a trailer that we had. It was a metal trailer and I was having a good time trying to balance while walking around the edge of it. It was me and my sister and we where racing back and forth to see who had the best balance. She had the best balance, as I fell and cut my left peck on the edge of the trailer. My shirt got ripped and the cut came and inch away from going through my nipple. Of course there was more crying but in this case there was a lot more blood. My shirt was covered in it as my mom came running out of the house to see what was going on. My mom fixed everything by patching me up with a huge bandage that covered my entire peck. I went to church late that day and got it checked out by a nurse to make sure I didn’t need stitches. Luckily I didn’t but I still have a light scar from the injury today. Of course I have other memories but for some reason the ones that are about pain are much easier to recall and remember.