The Jubber Journal

sharing snippets in random sequence from my life

The Jubber Journal

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My earliest childhood memory that comes to mind, is me getting a beer for my Dad, and not setting it on the table properly, causing the bottle to fall, smash on the kitchen floor, resulting in me cutting my foot open. I distinctly remember this situation, vividly as if it happened yesterday. I can see the bottle, I can remember Mom telling me to hold it with two hands, and I remember the smell of the beer! This happened to me at the age of 3…I had said 5 but my Dad corrected me today!
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Author: Vic J

Living a simple life, free of clutter and complexity.

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