Story Weekend: Your Earliest Memory
I feel sober and sad this weekend, witnessing the hurricane destruction in New York and my home state of New Jersey. I haven’t lived in New Jersey for decades, but my earliest memories are on the boardwalks of Point Pleasant and Seaside Heights, and it’s hard to see what’s happened to the coastline I’ve loved. One of my first memories is riding the little train on the beach at Point Pleasant, sitting on my Daddy’s knee. What an adventure! How about you? What is your very first memory?
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve been contributing. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.
I hope you all have power and are safe and dry.
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One of my earliest memories is finding a baby blue bird that had fallen into a metal bucket. I was walking with my Papa and I spotted the bird next to the wood pile. Papa built a cage for it, and we watched it grow until he was ready to be set free. I can still remember my Papa's smile as we watched the bird fly away.
Love these, along with the memories on my blog. Thanks for sharing them.
One of my earliest memories is of the Easter Bunny. I was about 5 years old. I was in bed asleep when I heard voices yelling & I was immediately afraid, which was not unusual as I was often awakened by violence. Suddenly there stood the Easter Bunny above me and he had a wand which he sort of waved above me and told me to go back to sleep and that everything was okay. Perhaps a child's mind can offer comfort now and then but I believe that the Easter Bunny was my angel that morning and he (yes it was a he) had come to offer me peace, silence and sleep. I believe in the Easter Bunny just as I believe in other special entities.
On the subject of early memories, the Sunday afternoon family drive was always the highpoint of the week for me and my six siblings. How all nine of us fit in the car is another mystery, in the days of no seat belts, nor capacity limits! But we stayed safe thank goodness, rewarded by an ice-cream cone if we were good, and a drive right past the ice-cream shop if we were silly enough to fight with each other before that point! We all still fondly remember those Sunday drives.