Memories.
We were listening to the audio CD version of Augustun Burroughs' new book, and how vivid his early memories are is shocking. I tried to think back to what I could possible remember.
-One, very brief, where I am laying back as a baby, being changed, I think. Very, very murky.
-Riding on a bike with my brother, I think to a McDonalds. I remember getting Legos with the meals back then and loving them.
-The family, sans my father, standing in the living room, facing him in the kitchen while he was screaming about whoever had eaten the last of his cookies. I can remember looking up at my mother and commenting that, see, I still had a smile on my face.
All of which is before I was 4, though how much before I can't say. The first is super-murky, and may be me confusing a dream with a memory. The others I was older, but still younger than 4.
-One, very brief, where I am laying back as a baby, being changed, I think. Very, very murky.
-Riding on a bike with my brother, I think to a McDonalds. I remember getting Legos with the meals back then and loving them.
-The family, sans my father, standing in the living room, facing him in the kitchen while he was screaming about whoever had eaten the last of his cookies. I can remember looking up at my mother and commenting that, see, I still had a smile on my face.
All of which is before I was 4, though how much before I can't say. The first is super-murky, and may be me confusing a dream with a memory. The others I was older, but still younger than 4.