Story Weekend: Your Earliest Memory
I can’t really pinpoint my own earliest memory, so I’m always fascinated when someone tells me theirs. I’d love to hear yours.
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. Happy writing!
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Apr 27, 2013 11:07PM
My earliest memory is of my parents bringing my newborn brother home in June 1965. I was four and he was blue! He had breathing issues, but in those days they were still released home. I thought all babies were born blue until my baby sister was born in 1967. I was 6 and she wasn't blue. It was all explained to me later, and my bro grew up to a healthy 6´2, now with three children of his own.
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Alva wrote: "My earliest memory is of my parents bringing my newborn brother home in June 1965. I was four and he was blue! He had breathing issues, but in those days they were still released home. I thought..."My first memory is also of my little brother being born. I remember being in the bathtub at my grandparents house when my grandma got the call that he was here. Then we went to the hospital to visit him and I got to hold him and he gave me a baby doll that I still have to this day. I was 3 years old.
I like how these memories turn out to be of people you all cared about, whether siblings or friends.
I don't know my earliest memory- but this post comes on the right weekend with my mindset- a couple days ago something triggered a childhood memory long forgotten, and since then I've been remembering so many fond things from my childhood that I never thought about anymore. I really think I am going to start documenting memories that come to me, it's amazing how much has surfaced this weekend (I was in my hometown- but that's not rare really, but it was rare to have so many memories coming to mind). Feeling nostalgic, I guess.
My parents took me to Disney when I was two. My parents swear I cannot remember anything from this trip, but I have a vivid memory of not wanting to be put into a whale/dolphin shaped stroller at Sea World. My Mom thinks I remember this from a picture they took of me in the stroller, but when I told her I remember having a fit about being put into it, she said I did and that it was never talked about, so I must remember it. The fit was beacause I thought they killed an animal to make a stroller for me, and that freaked me out.
I was 3 years old when my family went to Florida to visit relatives. I can remember going to a zoo and my Dad asking me if I wanted to see the giraffe on the other side of the fence. Of course I did, like any other kid. To my surprise it wasn't a giraffe at all, but a waterhole full of alligators. I can still remember the echo from the scream I let out of my mouth. When dad put me down I can remember running on the sidewalk to get away from that fenced in area and ran right into the handles of a wheelbarrow. Needless to say, I don't remember much after that as I had knocked myself right out cold. Moral of this true story is: don't let your Dad talk you into looking at anything over a fence. If you can't see it from the ground, don't let him pick you up. LOL LOL
I remember when my brother was born. It was 3 months before I turned 3. But I remember being at Grandma's house.
I was 3 years old. My father and I were driving to pickup my mother and newborn sister. I asked Daddy what her name wasand he said. "Julie.". When we were in the hospital parking lot, Momma waved out the window to us. I was very excited.
My earliest memory is when I was about 2 and a half. We were at our lake house, and I remembering thinking that I wanted to go on a walk. I remember feeling like such a "big" girl going walking by myself. I got pretty far and someone found me. My parents had called the police and were out looking for me. I didn't understand why everyone was so upset. Now having 3 kids of my own I totally get it.
