WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST MEMORY? DESCRIBE IT IN DETAIL, AND TELL US WHY YOU THINK THAT EXPERIENCE WAS THE ONE TO STICK WITH YOU.
My first memory like most of my childhood memories was a bad one. I can’t tell you why or how it is the one that stuck with me. All I know is that it was my very first memory. The fact that it was a bad one is really very sad. Yet it is the low man on the totem pole when it compares to most of my earlier memories. Here goes…
It was 1980 something I was 5 or 6. I remember riding in the passenger seat of our car it was a Volkswagon Station Wagon white with wood paneled sides. I know my Mom, brother and I had just come from meeting my Father’s new wife for the first time. She had given me a beautiful gold purse with magnetic handles. I don’t remember the meeting but I do remember that we were driving down a gravel road somewhere and I was raving about my new purse. (My first one ever).
My Mom and Dad had gotten divorced when I was four I have no memory of them together at all. My Mom had remarried and even had my brother with husband number two. She seemed upset that I was going on and on about my new bag. She was driving erratically and kept giving me death glares. Oblivious as to why she would be upset I continued to talk about my purse.
Suddenly she grabbed the purse and tossed it out the driver’s side window and just kept driving. She never even looked back at my astonished face and crushed heart. As I have gotten older I get that she was upset about meeting my Father’s new wife, but don’t take it out on an innocent little girl.
She broke my heart that day. It may have been the first time I can remember her breaking my heart but it certainly wasn’t the last time! I just sat there in stunned silence bumping along on that gravel road. You see even then something inside of me said not to whine to or argue with my mother even if I couldn’t remember why! That was awful and maybe that is why I remember it so vividly because it was a very bad experience. Or maybe that it is just simply the first memory that I can recall.
Either way, it is horrible that this is my first memory. I want all of my kids memories to be filled with love and happiness and to not have their first memory be of me breaking their hearts. I eventually got over it, but that’s it. That is my very first memory.
I am currently writing my life story and this story is one of many in my autobiography. Please let me know what you think, and thanks for tuning in and being a sounding board for all of my tragic memories. Once again this is great therapy.
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