Very sketchy memories.

My first memory would have to be my sister and I living at our trailer house which is now my Grandma's house. I was at around 3 and my sister 5 when ..IT.. happened. We would always explore the trailer because back then it seemed huge. My sister had found a rat it was of course dead. She was all excited because she thought it was a new toy. I went over to where she was sitting and sat next to her. I asked her what she had she said "I found an awesome new toy". I wanted it to so we started fighting over it i was pulling the the tail and she was yanking on the head. That's when my mom walked in, she separated us and we both started crying.