Friends/Family:
Mom and Dad, Brother
If correct, I have a memory of my brother getting on a school bus. I watched him from my upstairs bedroom window as he walked across the big yard and got on a big yellow bus. I remember missing him because he was my best friend. Don't recall much else about my brother and this time without prompting from my mom.I do remember the climb up the stairs to my bedroom was very scary. It was dark and I did not like going up them alone. I remembering having a recurring dream that I was trying to climb the stairs and trucks were driving towards me. I was going to get hit by them. I am not sure how long that dream state lasted or why I dreamed that.
At the top of the stairs was my bedroom. I hated going up to bed because I was sure creatures lived under my bed. I would run as fast as I could and jump up on my bed so my feet would not be exposed to the creatures who lived below. I would quickly tuck myself in so nothing could harm me. It was always a treat when my mom or dad would walk upstairs with me.
In History, this happened: 1958
http://www.infoplease.com/year/1958.html
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