Thursday, August 24, 2006

What Is Your First Memory

I have two memories from about the same time period. I'm not sure which one is first so I'll have to tell you both of them.

I was probably 3 or 4 and one of the memories is of my Dad and I. He went to work really early in the morning and I would try to get up to see him before he left. Sometimes I would sit with him while he ate breakfast and then go back to bed. But every single morning when I woke up at my usual time, long after he had gone to work I would find a little debbie snack on my nightstand. He would put it in a little orange tupperware cup and leave it for me. Nothing like chocolate for breakfast!

My other memory is of my Mom and I. My mom would have tea parties with me. She would pretend to be Hazel and I would pretend to be Gertrude. We would drink orange juice (tea) and eat crackers. She would always talk with a funny accent and inevitably at the end of each tea party klutzy Hazel would fall into the toy box. It always made me laugh!

So what is your first memory?

10 comments:

Beth said...

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John S said...

hey jess,
my first memoiry was rolling skating in my grandparents basement. We was poor so they werent the cool skates, they were the kind that youi put on the bottom of your shoe. Any way I thought I was hot stuff till I fell on the concrete and got a concussion. Explains a lot huh? Call me!
Love,
John S.

Phelan said...

Hi, I found your blog through the Bestest Blog. I read your intro, you sound a lot like I did once.

But to answer your question, my first memory is playing fashion show with worms. Yes, worms. I would line them up in my little red wagon and pretend they were models. I even played house with them. I wasn't a lonely child, just a little odd.

Anonymous said...

If I'm 56 and my first memory was when I was 7 or 8, does that mean I really donn't have any earlier memories or that I'm so old I've forgotten them? I remember the day my mom came home from the hospital with my little sister. We were suppose to clean the house before she got there. My dad made me help even though I told him I was sick. When my mom got home, she discovered that I really was sick and I got to get in bed with her. Not a very exciting memory, huh???

aunt betty said...

two of my first memories are my little brother (Jr) being pushed around in a big black buggy - I was only about 2 1/2. and when I was 3 1/2 I remember the day my mom came home from the hospital with my new little baby sister - your mom - and she was in a white bassinet on the big dining room table.

the laughorist said...

This is a fascinating topic; I've thought of writing a book on it. I think a long time ago someone did write such a book, concerning famous people's first memories. As you may know, Vladimir Nabokov has an autobiography titled "Speak, Memory." Anyway, I'm not sure anymore if my so-called first memory is just that or a construct of my imagination I've come to believe in iconically. I was young, young enough to still be in the crib, so what is that 2 or less? Relatives were visiting. They thought I was asleep. They cooed over the baby in the crib, look at him sleeping, only I was only faking sleep or was half-awake, and I knew even then I was deceiving them, tricking them. Is this possible? Could a very young child have such capacities? You know what, steal my thunder: it wouldn't be a bad idea to build a whole blog on this very topic, call it speakmemory, go ahead.

Jessie said...

Thanks for sharing your memories everyone! They were all pretty neat. John the skating incident does explain a lot about you! And I think it is interesting that so many memories involve younger siblings arriving. I think that is a pretty pivotal moment for folks.

The worm fashion show sounds interesting to me. I never liked worms much so I had no idea you could dress them up!

And yes I do think that young children can deceive or trick folks. I think we have that power at a very young age.

Thanks again for sharing with me!

Mike said...

I think my first memory is of riding in an old El Camino with my Mom and my little brother. Mom said I couldn't have been more than 2 yrs. old at the time, so I've never really know if I was remembering it or remembering a story about riding in it. I've always had a strong memory tho - I remember many, many things from age 4 on up.....

Lizza said...

Being bitten by a dog. In the face. When I was 2. Seriously.

Crappy first memory. :-)

hondo said...

I don't have a specific first memory. I just have a very general memory of love. My Mom and my Dad gave us (one brother-one sister) a warm, loving, nurturing home to grow in. I was quite the unpopular nerd in school, but I "blossomed" in college. The love I grew in provided me the "soil" I needed to grow into the person I am today.