Today's prompt: What is your earliest memory?
Melody Joy wrote:
The earliest memory that I know is my own
because it was such an insignificant event happened slightly before I turned 2
years old. I remember my parents were having a garage sale, and I remember
being outside and seeing the tables filled with our stuff that they were trying
to sell. What I remember most about it is that my dad was selling his
motorcycle, and the neighbor’s son was coming over to look at it.
Chuck C. wrote:
I couldn't have been more than three or four years old. My family and I were living in
a small apartment. I do not recall much from that time,
but one night stands out quite vividly. My parents had taken me to bed, leaving
me the requisite cup of apple juice that I could not sleep without. My room, as
I recall, was actually quite large in comparison to my parents'. Both me and my
sister inhabited the space, though at that age sibling rivalry was in its
infancy.
I drank my juice quickly and without hesitation. Despite the normally
sedative effect that apple juice had on me, sleep still eluded me. So, I did what
any normal child that age would do: make the slip from my room and wander
into my parents' room.
The door was already slightly ajar. Good. A quieter
entrance means less likelihood that they'll wake up and make me go back to my
lonely bed. I tip-toed over to their bed and sneakily slipped into bed. Its
occupants stirred a bit but otherwise appeared undisturbed. I cuddled in
and.... realized I needed more apple juice. I knew that if I asked cute enough
my mother couldn't resist accommodating me.
I looked up and cooed, “Mommy, can you
get me some more apple juice?” The beds occupants stirred a bit, awaking from
their slumber. After what was likely a moment of orientating to the world of
the awake, one of them spoke.
The deep, projecting voice of my grandfather, not
my adoring mother, responded to my plea: “Yeah, buddy, I'll get you some apple
juice.” I jumped out of bed and dashed into my room, hiding under my
blankets.
Apparently, unbeknownst to me, my grandparents had come over after I
had gone to bed and my parents let them sleep in their bed while they rode the
couch. My mother soon came in and calmed me down, giving me another glass of my
much-loved apple juice. I soon went to bed and slept like a small child.
Pope Jon wrote:
My earliest memory is
the revelation that I had no memory.
I was around 4 or 5 years old, and naturally didn't remember much about the years past, but wasn't old enough to understand that this was normal. I was sitting in the back of my mother's car, and was suddenly distressed.
I was around 4 or 5 years old, and naturally didn't remember much about the years past, but wasn't old enough to understand that this was normal. I was sitting in the back of my mother's car, and was suddenly distressed.
How did I get here? Why don't I remember what
happened a year ago? I pondered frantically but
silently. Something must be wrong
with me. I can't even remember being born!
Over the years, I came to accept my strange memory loss, and have given up trying to recall just what happened throughout years 0-4.
Over the years, I came to accept my strange memory loss, and have given up trying to recall just what happened throughout years 0-4.
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