First Memories

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Thoughts about what I remember from my youth.

Submitted: January 07, 2019

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Submitted: January 07, 2019

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First Memories

 

I at times have difficulty separating early memories that I actually remember from what I have been told about my past, especially my early youth.  I believe that this must be the same for many others as well.  This must be one of the fallacies of memory.  We think that we remember events, but, in reality, we have learned memories from what we were told or what we have discovered.

My absolute earliest memory is standing on my toes to look through a periscope at a park.  I have since learned more details about the event, but that memory is very real to me as I know it was something I did.  When I told my brother about my memory, he was quick to tell me that I could not possibly remember anything like that since I was only four years old.He also told me that it occurred on one of our trips between Illinois and Georgia when we stopped at Lookout Mountain in Tennessee.  Why did he know that? 

I also have a very vivid memory of being chased and bitten by a bulldog when I was five or six.  I don’t know the exact age, but I remember climbing on top of a wall around a porch to escape the dog.  My pants leg was torn, and I had teeth marks on my ankle.  I stayed on the wall until a man chased the dog and lifted me down from the wall.  The other part of this memory was tasting bacon for the first time when the man fixed a breakfast of eggs, toast and slices of bacon.  I really didn’t like the taste of bacon as it tasted burned. 

The third memory I have is being introduced to my mother when I was about eight or nine.  I know that I must have known my mother before that time, but I honestly could not remember what she looked like or anything else about her.  I was living with my grandparents at the time because I remember watching as a car drove down our lane and pulled up in front of the yard.  I remember my grandmother leading me out to the car and telling me to say hello to my mother who had stepped out of the car and was standing next to a man whom I also did not know.  This is when I found out that my mother was married and starting a new family.

Those are the three early memories that have stayed with me.  Other memories from early years are murky and dissolved in a fog.  There are events that I have pieced together with a few photographs, stories told by others, and discoveries that I have made.  I recognize these memories as true but also manufactured.  I know that the events happened, but the events are not part of my past in the same way.  I cherish the memories that I know are only mine.


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