I remember that on the top of one of these "needles" was a forest service or Dept. of the Interior, copper disc that was used for surveying the up-ward progression of these huge pieces of granite. Well, I saw this copper thing and, being three at the most, I ran over to see it. I fell. I heard this collective gasp from everyone and I was, quite literally, hanging on the edge of the rock. The copper disc thing was under my chest and my face was off the edge of the rock. I was paralyzed by fear. I couldn't move and I couldn't speak. I remember the sick feeling in my chest and being completely terrified. My dad grabbed my feet and drug me back to a safer place. In hindsight, I'll never know how I ended up loving climbing so much! I wonder how this didn't make me a complete acrophobic?
2. Somewhere near this time, I remember being in my little pink gingham (ah, yeah...it was the 70's) nightgown, watching Our Gang comedies on our gargantuan television. This one particular morning, I was pestering someone (probably my older brother). He, or someone else, chucked a pillow at my head and I was laughing so hard that I got the hiccups. I don't know why I remember that.
3. The third memory that might be the oldest is steeling a neighbor kids' Green Machine and tearing off down the road. We lived in an orchard area and, at the end of our road, was the street the big trucks used. I just remember the kid who I stole the GM from was crying and my dad was running after me. Now...I have been told that he caught me about five feet from the busy road and busted my ass all the way home. But, strangely, I don't remember that part. LOL I just remember feeling totally free and feeling like I was going faster than I'd ever gone before.