• Justin Shaw

My First Memory


I was five years old and going with my dad to get some carpentry materials from a warehouse that belonged to a friend of his. In the warehouse there was a bathtub filled with orange liquid soap - I can only assume it was homemade.


My dad said “don’t mess around over there” and sure enough I slipped and fell inside the tub and was covered in orange liquid soap.


My dad made me sit in the truck while he loaded his equipment before driving me back home to pass me off to mom - who promptly put me in another bathtub.


The memory I come back to is having it scrubbed off me thinking “this is a lot of bathtub for one day.”

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