Earliest Memory...
I know this may sound like child abuse but it wasn't. I was really young, I couldn't even gage how old I was. I guess I was still having trouble using the toilet i.e. I was in diaper or training pants? My mom had a tip from one of her friends, that she wiped it on front of child it would help. I have no idea how or why she thought this was a good idea. It is not unlike rubbing a dogs nose in poo. In fact it is basically the same concept.
Opps,I did it again.
My mom rushes me by hand to the bathroom and starts a bath. my very young, but older by three years, sister is at the door in a panic. My mom is upset and she knows. My mother begins to strip me naked. She take my underwear (or training pants and wipes) the shit on the front of my naked chest. I am in shock. My sister is in shock. I am point at it with both hands fingers and arms moving in and out like I am directing air traffic to the strip of poop on my chest. Apparently, the noise that was coming out of my perfectly shaped "O" lips was a cross between a grunt and a shrill, if that is even possible. I was quickly placed in a sudsy bath. I was quickly placed in a sudsy bath.
A few weeks later I apparently had Diarrhea and had a little bit in my pant. My sister with concern says "your not going to wipe it on him are you Momma?"
This story got told a lot, yes it is kind of funny. I have even told this story. I was thinking about it the other day though and hope no one had ever thought to turn my mom in. That fact that she had the bath running before she did wipe the poop helps...right?!
My other thought is if this is in fact my first Memory. I hope it it wasn't a self fulfilling or a reflection on my life to come. errr...
Opps,I did it again.
My mom rushes me by hand to the bathroom and starts a bath. my very young, but older by three years, sister is at the door in a panic. My mom is upset and she knows. My mother begins to strip me naked. She take my underwear (or training pants and wipes) the shit on the front of my naked chest. I am in shock. My sister is in shock. I am point at it with both hands fingers and arms moving in and out like I am directing air traffic to the strip of poop on my chest. Apparently, the noise that was coming out of my perfectly shaped "O" lips was a cross between a grunt and a shrill, if that is even possible. I was quickly placed in a sudsy bath. I was quickly placed in a sudsy bath.
A few weeks later I apparently had Diarrhea and had a little bit in my pant. My sister with concern says "your not going to wipe it on him are you Momma?"
This story got told a lot, yes it is kind of funny. I have even told this story. I was thinking about it the other day though and hope no one had ever thought to turn my mom in. That fact that she had the bath running before she did wipe the poop helps...right?!
My other thought is if this is in fact my first Memory. I hope it it wasn't a self fulfilling or a reflection on my life to come. errr...