Icicle licking-1994

This is probably my earliest memory. It was at our first house in Saint Claire Shores, which we lived at until I was two, so I have a decent idea when. Me and my sister who's two years older were playing outside in the snow with our dad. The house was lined with icicles and Anne wanted one so my dad got broke one off for her and she started licking it. I really can't say why I remember that, but it's there and I cherish it because it's one of only a handful of memories at that house.