Is this Chapter 1?

I said I would never do this. Here goes.......

A certain friend (I'll call her Becky), comes over to eat my cooking. As I cleaned out the fridge this morning, I noticed a container of uneaten scrawberries that went with the pound cake I made. My mind began to wander. You know, like how Stefono is connected to everyone on Days of Our Lives. Anyway, I tumped the berries out but SAVED the plastic container with the lid because:
a) I learned it from my Grandmother Brasher. She saved everything.
b) I can store leftovers in it.
c) reduce, reuse, recycle, right?

As I was saying, I was in deep thought. What if my almost 3 year old wanted to use that container and one of my good spoons to dig to Hell? What? You've never tried to do that?
As a small child, I stayed at Irene and Sambo's house. "Ene" would give us a spoon and some sort of plastic bowl and we would dig under an old tree. ALL. DAY. LONG. And, most days, we would try to dig to Hell. Nothing wrong with that. We knew there was one. When we acted like fools and Ene got after us with her houseshoe, I pretty much figured digging to Hell was a good idea.

You know, those were great memories.