My first memory

My first memory...
My first memory involves my sister just as many of my early memories do. I remember we would always run around my house in Dowingtown and just create trouble for my mom. I don't remember what was exactly said or happened but I remember the scene. The beige carpet in the livning room, the strange tile in the kitchen, the black metal railing to the stairs, the air vent by the kitchen table and the windows in the living room. I remember running past all of these places as if it was yesterday.