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What is your earliest memory?

I really can't say what it "earliest." I have a mishmash of memories from my life in the house we lived in in Cheyenne (where I was born and we lived until I was six) -- scenes, sensations, feelings, mostly -- I remember sunflowers growing over the neighbor's fence; I remember snow; I remember the incinerator in the backyard where Dad burned the trash; I remember sitting on the steps to the upper story and Mom telling us someone had died and crying, but can't remember who; I remember a Christmas ornament that hung on the arch into the lower floor living room, it was a set of green-and-red velvet covered bells that played carols; I remember watching television in my parents' room upstairs, specifically Jonny Quest; I remember riding my Big Wheel on the sidewalk outside and up the driveway; I remember laying in my bed and thinking that my door and my brother's door, there at the end of the hallway, looked like a Giant's book and I was part of a story; I remember my best friend moving away; I remember another friend on the other side of the backyard fence (there was no alley, hence the incinerator); I remember teaching my little brother how to tie his shoes.

I don't know in what order these memories come, so I can't say for sure what is "earliest." mostly I remember sensations and feelings, music and the layout of the house, like the back of my hand. Those sunflowers may not have been as gigantically tall as I remember them being, or as large.

And I remember one year when the neighbor's dog stole my chocolate Easter bunny right out of my hand. That was a tragedy in those days -- you only ever got ONE per year. :)


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Jan. 7th, 2012 04:08 pm (UTC)
You remember a LOT!

Jan. 8th, 2012 12:12 am (UTC)
Just feelings, really; sensations! Happy Weekend!

Jan. 7th, 2012 04:12 pm (UTC)
One of my earliest memories - perhaps the earliest, is from when I was three, and we visited a work friend of my dad's at his horse farm, and I got to ride on a chestnut named Riley. I told my father that years later, and not only was he stunned that I remembered, he told me the guy had Money and was some muckety-muck at the CIA. (My father worked briefly for the government - but not the CIA. I should've asked him how he knew the guy, but I didn't, and now it's too late.)

I need to steal this and give this answer in my lj, huh?
Jan. 8th, 2012 12:13 am (UTC)

I sometimes wonder if the sunflowers might not be the =earliest= memory; to my mind's eye they were gigantic, nodding over a massive fence at least six feet tall, but then I think, I was a little kid. They might have just been around four feet tall! :)

Jan. 7th, 2012 04:28 pm (UTC)
that is a nice mess of memories.

I think I remember those bells too only ours were just red...
Jan. 8th, 2012 12:13 am (UTC)
I loved those bells. I sometimes wonder where they vanished, all those years ago...

Jan. 8th, 2012 02:55 am (UTC)
they're probably still in a bin somewhere in mom's basement...
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