I read somewhere that your earliest memory says a lot about your personality, which is probably about as accurate as the dozens of personality tests I take. And post. Sorry, but they amuse me.
So, tell, tell, blog friends, what is the farthest back you can remember?
My earliest memory was my second birthday. I was wearing a red dress with white lace frills, white tights, and those little red patent leather shoes. The sort that women cup in their hand and make their uterus skip a beat. We were having a picnic in the park, (the same park I walked to last night) and someone set me down and I remember standing there, thinking that the lawn was the biggest place I had ever seen, and having this tremendous urge to run and throw myself on the ground and look at ALL THAT SKY and turn somersaults and run some more.
Maybe it's true, that I treat the world as my playground, have an unsatiable desire for exploring, and am terribly vulnerable to wonder. I like to think that's true.
So, tell, tell, blog friends, what is the farthest back you can remember?
My earliest memory was my second birthday. I was wearing a red dress with white lace frills, white tights, and those little red patent leather shoes. The sort that women cup in their hand and make their uterus skip a beat. We were having a picnic in the park, (the same park I walked to last night) and someone set me down and I remember standing there, thinking that the lawn was the biggest place I had ever seen, and having this tremendous urge to run and throw myself on the ground and look at ALL THAT SKY and turn somersaults and run some more.
Maybe it's true, that I treat the world as my playground, have an unsatiable desire for exploring, and am terribly vulnerable to wonder. I like to think that's true.
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I was 4 1/2, and my sisters had yet to be born. My parents and I we went to Market Square after church one Sunday afternoon, and I was wearing my then-favourite shoes; cute little slippery yet shiny black Mary Janes. My favourite purple and white church dress. My least favourite tights (I hated tights, even then). I was shuffling my feet on the slippery tiles, my hand reaching up to slide down the banister toward the food court. My mom treated my to my favourite fish and chips. My dad treated me to my favourite (and still) kind of donut; chocolate glazed. I did pirouettes and made my skirt puff out like a princess would, in my world. Then we went outside to a park, and I remember being very very happy, and thinking I will never ever forget this day, for the rest of my life.
I didn't realize how much I remembered from that day until just now.
I think this proves my theory that women remember what we were wearing at all important moments of my our lives.
i feel like i might crush something here....
i think one of the first things that i remember is going to the circus w/ my family and some of their friends. i remember the horrible smell. dark lighting. (even today my scariest dreams are the darkest. when i'm home alone ALL of the lights must be on.) i remember they brought out this unicorn that they had been advertising. i was so excited to see it. i didn't have glasses then, but even from the bleacher seats, i could still kinda tell that they dressed it up some. extra haid. maybe even the horn. i just remember feeling sorry for the poor thing. it looked trapped and scared as it was paraded around. everyone hollaring and applauding. i think i just stood there. mouth ajar. taking it all in. and realizing what an f*$ked up place it was and how no one really noticed.
my first memory is of me disobeying my bedtime. I cried and somehow ended up crawling towards the living room, where my parents were entertaining some guests. They all stopped talking and gazed upon my presence. I do not remember what i was wearing though. The following week i had my bar-mitzvah.
Isho, wouldn't that make you twelve at the time? Did you spend your whole childhood on an acid trip, or just repress it?
I think my earliest memory was of when I was probably about 3 or 4 and I had fallen asleep on my dog, Sammy's belly,(which was a normal thing for me and Sammy...lots of family pics with me cuddling on the floor with the dog). I woke up and realized that the house was very quite.
I then heard laughing from outside, so I ventured to the picture window and looked out. There was my mom, dad and little brother (who was about 1 or 2) making snowmen out in the yard...WITHOUT ME!! I was soooo distressed I ran over to the door and tried to get outside. When that didn't work, I went back to the window, bawling, and frantically banged my hands on the pane.
And you know what my parents did? Laughed.
Yes they sat there and laughed at me!!! I guess my facial expression was a sight to see. Finally they came in and got me and brought me outside.
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