Monday, January 15, 2018
Monday Memories: My Earliest Memory
Most of my memories of the time before kindergarten began are missing. Psychologists call this 'childhood amnesia.'
And yet, my earliest memory is from well before that time. To this day, I still remember it quite clearly. There's nothing traumatic about it.
I'm a baby or at least a toddler. I'm in my parents' bedroom with my sister, Susan, and her friend Penny. I'm in the middle of my parents' bed and the two girls are good-naturedly fighting over me because one of them would have to play house with a doll and the other would get to play house with a real live baby.
In my mind's eye, I can still see them. Still feel the contentedness of being in that room and of being wanted.
I'm not sure why this memory sticks with me. But it gives a glimpse into a time when I may not have even been able to talk yet, so I'm grateful that I can travel that far back in time.
What's your earliest memory?
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