31 Days, 31 Memories - Day 31
Alas, we reach the end.
31. Pre-School
For a long time I thought my earliest memory was of getting lost in the mall. I remembered it clearly: holding my father’s hand, letting go for a moment maybe to tie my shoe, taking the hand again -- then looking up to find that it was someone else, and calling and calling for my parents.
It wasn’t until middle school or possibly high school that I brought up the memory to my father and he said it had been a dream. He remembered coming into my room to calm me down when I woke up crying from it.
31. Pre-School
For a long time I thought my earliest memory was of getting lost in the mall. I remembered it clearly: holding my father’s hand, letting go for a moment maybe to tie my shoe, taking the hand again -- then looking up to find that it was someone else, and calling and calling for my parents.
It wasn’t until middle school or possibly high school that I brought up the memory to my father and he said it had been a dream. He remembered coming into my room to calm me down when I woke up crying from it.