My dirty first memory

I was sitting on my mom's lap in the front seat of the family car. Dad had parked in front of our new house, which was under construction. My mom lifted me up so I could see over the dashboard. I remember thinking: our house is made of dirt? I couldn't see the foundation that had just been poured, because of the huge pile of dirt right in front of it.

I guess we got out and walked around to look at the new foundation. But I don't remember that.

So my first memory is of a pile of dirt. My parents tell me I would have been three years old at the time. 1959.