I am sitting in my family room one evening at our kid-size wooden table. Tonight, my oldest sister Yvonne is in charge of making dinner. Since she does not usually cook, our meal turned out a little less than appetizing. However, I manage to force down a few bites of the dry, burnt hamburger sitting in front of me because I know that soon after we are leaving to visit my Mom and new baby sister.
Later that night we are at the hospital and I am required to put on a green, papery dressing gown and cap. Can I hold her now? I have overcome some pretty intense obstacles tonight for being two-years and nine-months old, so I think I deserve it.
Finally, I am now holding my sister Ellie. My Mom looks happy.
This is my earliest memory of childhood. For a long time I thought it was Yvonne’s birthday party when I was about five, but then this one came back to me rather vividly. Most people I have spoken to remember a memory in great detail from age four or five, but nothing younger. Anybody else have an earlier than usual first memory like me? Also, when you do think back to this memory, try to figure out if you are actually recalling a memory, or if you only remember it because there is a picture and/or video of the moment. Memories can be tricky like that.