Memories Series: My Earliest Memory

My earliest memory is probably when I was 2 or 3 years old. My parents and I lived in a condo apartment in Federal Way, WA. I remember sitting on the carpeted steps next to the dining area and looking out the window down onto the garbage dumpster below us. I would watch the garbage truck stop by a couple times a week to lift the dumpster over itself to dump trash into its rear.

Not an actual picture of little Cam observing a garbage truck.

As a child, I think I was fascinated by it. I'm pretty sure being a garbage man was the first job I wanted. I remember my mom laughing at that. Probably good that it didn't pan out.