Do you ever try and recall your first memory? Or feeling? Just try–thinking back as far as you can go. Guess what? — I really remember mine.
I was little, can’t remember how old, but my mom for what I felt took me to a nearby babysitter for some reason. I remember feeling not scared, just off. And that I had to figure out how this place worked… instead of just letting myself go and play. They gave me pop cycles, which I to this day still hate because they’re sticky but also I can’t bite down on them, I’d rather just drink the juice. I mean, I wasn’t sad or upset. Just…there.
The thing I remember being in a bunk bed, lower level for a nap. I was confused because I was happy it was a bunk bed ( I always wanted one because I have to change how I sleep… can’t sleep facing the end of the bed they say ( so exactly like my son it’s super crazy similar.) yet I was not sad but … maybe scared… just unsure how I was supposed to feel about a place I liked yet wasn’t mine. I was in middle ground, in limbo. In a place I didn’t understand. And that today is where I never like hanging out. I like to know my environment. Know the limits and the rules and play within certain guidelines. Complete freedom doesn’t scare me…but it is a little chaotic, unhealthy and dangerous.
So its weird because its not a significant memory yet it stands out so clear in my mind. I really don’t have any main memories until I’m older-like elementary school age.
What’s the first thing you remember? Do you want to remember it? Is it something that builds who you are today? Comment below!