I think it was the psychologist Carl Jung who would ask his patients to describe their earliest memory in detail. When the patients was finished he would say, "And so goes life."******
My earliest memory takes place on my 5th birthday (pretty late, but I have terrible event memory - gimme a face and a name, gimme a list, I got that, but the events of my life ... just a leaky storage unit, my mind) . My parents got me a swing set, red and white striped, metal; build it yourself.
My dad put it together all by himself, except the slide. He told me a piece was missing and he couldn't attach the slide to the side of the swing set like the picture. I thought he was wrong, that he did have all the necessary pieces, but he insisted one was missing. I looked all over the yard, perhaps my brother or I had been playing with the pieces while he put it together, maybe it was somewhere. But no, I couldn't find it.I told him to go back to the store (King's) and get another piece. He refused. I cried. Everything was ruined. He went in the house.
Then, a flash of inspiration. I leaned the slide up against the side of the porch and slide down. It worked just fine that way, made for an even faster way to get to the front yard. I fixed it myself.
And so goes life.
Quick, what's your earliest memory?
* I couldn't actually find anything to tell me if that is true, I read somewhere that someone did it, but I can't find who or exactly what they said. No sense in letting facts get in the way of a good story, my dad always said.
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From one BR to another - this reminds me of my 5th Birthday in Kindergarden. It was at Bullwinkles and I was so proud that I could take my friends to sucha 'pricey' establishment but I was sick and puked all over my fancy favorite dress. We couldn't be late for the booking and we had to pick up the party guests. My 2 best friends both had dresses and I fealt like the whole perfect party was ruined. They had alot of fun and didn't even notice the dress thing but I was still upset with my mother for not preventing the puking situation.
That's lemonade from lemons, if I ever heard it.
I like the atmosphere set by that memory, even though it's relatively short-- nice work!
I think you and I probably have similar memories. I can remember lists and names and other facts, but I get all messed up remembering my life (especially from early on). Marcos can remember details of his life from the time he was 3. We have completely opposite brains he and I.
The first real memory that I can think of was when I was 4 and was really sick. I remember thinking everything was so chaotic - people running around and talking in loud voices. I guess because they were really worried about me. My fever was up to 105. I remember my mom getting me undressed and putting me in the bathtub and thinking it was freezing cold, although I know now that it was just a lukewarm bath. I seriously can remember kicking my legs and screaming to try to escape the dreaded bath. I also remember one of the neighbors coming over to give me a blessing before they took me to the hospital. Nice that my first memory would be so traumatic, but I think most people remember one time events more than every day stuff. My mom always told us that we talked for years about my dad reading to us because it was such an unusual event, but we never mentioned her reading to us, which she did daily.
I remember my mom and dad together, he was holding her, in the back yard of our house. I remember the yard was covered in dead pine needles and she was trying to plant flowers and clean it up, but i dunno what my dad was doing there besides holding her.... thats really the only memory I have of them together, it wasnt long after they got devorced, I think i was 4 i might have been 3 cause i remember my sister sierra wasnt born yet.
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