The Cul de Sac

i cant remember my exact first memory, but i have a few vivid ones. i remember living in blackrock in a cul de sac. my mothers spagettii apron, my fathers image coming to the front door on the frosted pane when he was finished work, walking around in his "giant shoes", him cutting the hedges on the wall next to our house, my toy which i used play with all the time(it was a toy with a cane that you pushed and things in a plastic dome used hop up and down), i also remember going into the front room and knocking the couch on its back(how strong was i?!) and crawling into the new shelter i had made.