“Mommy, tell me another story about when you were little!”
My kids have taken a sudden interest in stories about me. We have a 30 minute drive to and from school together and the whole time, it is “Tell me another!”
I should be flattered that they care, that they find me interesting. But arrrrrggghhh!
As I wrack my brain for the next vignette I have realized that there is so much of my childhood that I have forgotten.
The happy things? Gone. The infuriating, hurtful, painful things? Those remain. Why? It can’t be that I was just never happy. I remember the feeling of happy. I just don’t remember why.
What is your very first memory?
Mine is of visiting my aunt in San Diego and feeling the need to freak out when she started coming after my hair with the curling iron. (She said to hold still or it would burn me!) I think I was three.
Is your first memory of something happy or sad/scary?
I am super curious about this, so please, please comment!