By Sumera Andlib 

                 My earliest memory!

 Well, about my childhood and a memory to choose from it?

 Whenever I think about it this extremely funny thing comes to my mind.

Once long ago, I was watching a full moon, relaxed in that cool moonlit night I was about 5 years old travelling in car with my parents. I don't know, suddenly what the devil made me do the next act, but I removed one of my shoes and in a flash it went out of the window. My mother shouted loudly, 'Wait! Stop the car!' My father got worried and he stopped the car. When my father came to know about the shoe he reversed the car and stopped near that spot, they searched every where and asked the shopkeeper nearby but the thrown shoe was not found. They were upset because my father brought that pair from abroad and so they weren't avalible in Pakistan.

P.s My father still keeps that unfortunate shoe in his closet. I am sorry Dad!