My Earliest Memory Is . . . .
August 11th 2008 23:01
Some things we simply choose to forget . . .
Through a heady mix of recounted tales, vague recollection and anecodal evidence - you quite often piece together what you believe to have been real - some of us are still fortunate enough to have a few pieces of the pie that we can look back on with fondness.
The catalyst for evoking some of these memories are sometimes just waiting around the corner - some are etched indelibly on your pysche - some of us simply have refused to grow up and so years, decades seem like only yesterday.
What's more, it's sometimes the most obscure - inconsequential things that stay with us.
From walking to the corner shop or collecting the mail, to a special birthday, a holiday away or your first day at school - the names, the faces even the weather or what you were wearing seems to magically fall into place as the hands of the clock wind back to a time when your biggest decison was quite often who you would play with that day and what you wanted on your lunch.
So, what was your earliest childhood memory?
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Comment by Aimzster
Reality TV
The Jeepney Stop
First Time Mum
Comment by Mr Nice Guy
Pop Culturist
Pop Rock Factory
It's strange isn't it?
The memories that we recall - so often fail to come with timelines . . .
Now, as for that Toblerone . . .
Stay well
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
My parents had forgotten about it until I asked about it a number of years later. That's how I found out it was at Dream World, and then knew how old I was at the time.
What about you, MNG?
Mich
Comment by Mr Nice Guy
Pop Culturist
Pop Rock Factory
Thanks for asking.
The timelines are so hazy - so earliest memories are a pot pourie of the simple things like painting our family dog (a samoyd) with house paint, learning to play golf in the backyard using macadamia nuts as balls and generally just being a kid - all somewhere between the ages of 3 and 4 I guess.
. . . can you hear Barbara Striesand?
'Memories . . . like the corner . . . .'
Stay well
Comment by Miswanderlust
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
Hiya! Hope all is well at your place. My earliest memory is being about three and my sister and I waking up in the middle of the night on Christmas eve and thinking it was christmas morning. We opened every present b/c we could not yet read. The "stirring" woke up my grandmother who quickly sent us to bed and rewrapped every single opened gift. We were sooooooo excited about Santa Claus!
Mis