What is your earliest memory? I mean the very first thing you can remember as a child.
I was talking with some co-workers the other day and somehow we ended up on childhood memories. Everyone seemed to think it was odd that I have memories from when I was 3 years old. I do. I can remember waking up in the mornings crawling out of my parents bed and sneaking into the living room to watch cartoons. I know for a fact these memories are prior to age 5 as we moved just before I turned 5 and then again just after I turned 7.
Granted the memories are a bit disconnected and not at all clear however, I seem to have a whole bunch of’em floating around in my head. I can remember an old goose called “Grey-boy” that used to run, knock me down, jump on my back, and then proceed to beat me with his wings. That goose stayed with us until I was almost in my teens. Its funny, when he went missing from our farm, I got really teary-eyed. I never imagined I was so attached to that mean old bastard. I was though.
I can remember my old rocking horse that my dad use to have to practically pry me off of. I remember playing in the dryer until one one day my dad closed the door and turned it on for a few seconds. lol Let me tell you, that few seconds was more than enough to encourage me not to play in the dryer anymore.
I can remember my older brothers having water balloon fights with the neighbors across the road. I can remember hiding from my foster mother in a giant fig tree in our back yard. I can even remember riding in our old car and going dumpster diving behind craft stores. My foster mother was an avid seamstress but being very poor, we couldn’t afford expensive fabrics. I carry no shame in that memory. My mother made some of the most beautiful quilts from those “scraps” she found. I only wish I still had the quilt(s) she made me. Beyond the fact they would be quite valuable today, I miss the connection they gave me to her. One became so ratty I had to throw it away. The other went missing in all the moving around I did in my early adult years.
The more I think about it, I find I have a whole plethora of early memories.