What if your first memory was a dream?
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blackbuttoneyes for a meme - to describe one's earliest memory where the memory is clear, and where "clear" means you can depict at least three details and the age of that memory. I've always tried to remember my earliest memory, digging further and further into the past, but alas, I don't really know. For this reason, I am intrigued by memory and its ethereal and mutable nature.
So let's explore a bit, shall we?
Part of the difficulty stems from the fact that I don't know if some of my memories are real. I have a fuzzy memory of coming up a set of brown carpeted stairs into an apartment where there were several people lounging around. I remember being surprised and nervous, because I don't think I'd ever been there before. I asked my father about this and he has no recollection of any place like that, or the people I saw.
I also have a memory of going to a bonfire party. It was very dark and there was a large fire, a lot of people and cars everywhere. I lost my Greedo action figure and I remember being very upset about it. Again, my father has no idea about this, and says he never took me to a bonfire. It is possible it was my mother who took me to these places while my father was at work, which would make me about two, since my sister Angela, who was born a month before I turned two, is no where in these memories.
The oldest memory I can definitely place is after my sister was born, somewhere between two-and-a-half and three-and-a-half. We were visiting my uncle who lived in a very large house. It was the first time I'd see a laundry chute. My cousin and I ran around the house, dropping toys down the chute and dashing to the basement to rescue them. In our crazed running around, I fell down the stairs. They were semi-spiral, not a complete spiral, but curved around as they went. I remember my father picking me up and making sure I was okay. I realized I was more started than hurt and ran off to play some more.
What I do not remember is watching Godzilla movies over and over again. My dad said between the ages of two and four, all I wanted to watch was Godzilla movies and said I watched them all the time, whenever they were on. I have no memory of this whatsoever.
Sometimes, it takes me a moment to figure out whether something I remember was "real" or if it was a dream, and I've often thought of starting a book with the line, "He was the only person he'd ever met whose earliest memory was a dream."
blackbuttoneyes for a meme - to describe one's earliest memory where the memory is clear, and where "clear" means you can depict at least three details and the age of that memory. I've always tried to remember my earliest memory, digging further and further into the past, but alas, I don't really know. For this reason, I am intrigued by memory and its ethereal and mutable nature.So let's explore a bit, shall we?
Part of the difficulty stems from the fact that I don't know if some of my memories are real. I have a fuzzy memory of coming up a set of brown carpeted stairs into an apartment where there were several people lounging around. I remember being surprised and nervous, because I don't think I'd ever been there before. I asked my father about this and he has no recollection of any place like that, or the people I saw.
I also have a memory of going to a bonfire party. It was very dark and there was a large fire, a lot of people and cars everywhere. I lost my Greedo action figure and I remember being very upset about it. Again, my father has no idea about this, and says he never took me to a bonfire. It is possible it was my mother who took me to these places while my father was at work, which would make me about two, since my sister Angela, who was born a month before I turned two, is no where in these memories.
The oldest memory I can definitely place is after my sister was born, somewhere between two-and-a-half and three-and-a-half. We were visiting my uncle who lived in a very large house. It was the first time I'd see a laundry chute. My cousin and I ran around the house, dropping toys down the chute and dashing to the basement to rescue them. In our crazed running around, I fell down the stairs. They were semi-spiral, not a complete spiral, but curved around as they went. I remember my father picking me up and making sure I was okay. I realized I was more started than hurt and ran off to play some more.
What I do not remember is watching Godzilla movies over and over again. My dad said between the ages of two and four, all I wanted to watch was Godzilla movies and said I watched them all the time, whenever they were on. I have no memory of this whatsoever.
Sometimes, it takes me a moment to figure out whether something I remember was "real" or if it was a dream, and I've often thought of starting a book with the line, "He was the only person he'd ever met whose earliest memory was a dream."
