You guys know by now that my mind thinks in a slightly different manner to most, and Dianne makes that kooky little mind of mine think…and feel.
Recently, I read a wonderful post by Dianne about first memories. It was fairly simple, mostly she was just writing what people had told her, and her thoughts about that. Something about it created a pulling sensation deep inside me and the little hamsters in my brain climbed into their wheel and started to run. If you want to check out that post, it’s here.
Dianne mentions that sometimes she feels that people first memories and their careers are directly correlated. When I asked my Facebook peeps their thoughts, I can concur with her in at least one case.
I know I’ve been writing a few guest blogs of late, but I’m really enjoying being a blog slut, and if I still share it with you, then I’m not technically being unfaithful. Right?
I sent this over to Dianne because I wanted to share with her my thoughts and feelings that her blog had drawn from my well.
It was morning and I was sitting on my nappy padded butt on the landing between two flights of stairs. It was warm because sun was streaming through the window above me and the dust motes were dancing in the rays. I wondered what they were, because it seemed as though there were so many ‘things’ in the air but they just disappeared into nothingness once they hit the cool of the shade.
I had a tube of forest green paint which was on the ground between my chubby feet.
I had squeezed some of the paint onto the biscuit coloured sisal and I couldn’t pick it up, so I was trying to poke it into the grooves to hide it.
That’s it. That’s my earliest childhood memory. When I described it to my mother we worked out that I was just two years old.
Why did my brain pick this memory to cling on to? I know for a fact that there were more exciting moments, or more amazing experiences than this. There is photographic evidence.
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What are your first memories? How old were you?