Day 6: The First Memory I Have From My Childhood
And 25 to go
I don’t know what I was thinking when I came up with this prompt. I basically have no memories from my early childhood. I can look through photos, and I can feel a vague sense of familiarity… but I don’t remember much at all.
The earliest memory I think I have can’t be fact-checked and I’ve run it by Mum and she can’t remember it. I was around five — I know that’s a late age for a first memory and even then, it’s sketchy — and in my brother’s bedroom. I opened his cupboard to get out a toy and as I opened the door a giant red fire truck fell out from the top shelf and hit me in the head.
I remember Mum wrapping a big white bandage around my head, looking in the mirror and seeing the blood peek through on my forehead. It seems such a random memory and I don’t even know if it really happened. Maybe it did, maybe the reason why my memory is so shit is that I received a concussion from the big red fire-truck.
Doesn’t it seem oddly specific for it to not have happened? A red fire truck.
It’s too random and Mum can’t verify it ever happened so who knows?
Perhaps my earliest memory would be from pre-school. I started school late so I would have been six. I had a sticker book and I brought it in for show and tell. My…
