Day 96 - Tuesday, April 6, 2010 (9:53 PM)
"What is your earliest vivid memory? Why do you think this memory stands out so much in your mind?"
My earliest, and most vivid memory, is about my father. That's rather shocking to me, but it's very precious to me because it's the only memory I have of my father at all. I think it's so vivid because I've tried to hang on to it for so long, and because I'm so reluctant to let it go. Funny, because all it is the memory of my dads voice. I don't even remember what he looks like.
I'm not sure how old I am in the memory--about three or four at best guess--and we're (my dad, me and my two brothers) are walking up a dirt road. As usual, everything was muddy and I can hear my dad calling up to the boys not to step in the mud cause he doesn't have a change of shoes for them and the mud puddles are deep. I look up at my brothers backs as they make their way up the road--I'm far behind them, and am trailing along behind my dad--when I see the puddle and decide that I have to check it out.
I dip my foot in, and the mud swallows up my shoes and goes into my pant leg, seeping under my socks. I call up to my dad and he says "Didn't you hear me tell the boys?" in a sigh of frustration.
My earliest, and most vivid memory, is about my father. That's rather shocking to me, but it's very precious to me because it's the only memory I have of my father at all. I think it's so vivid because I've tried to hang on to it for so long, and because I'm so reluctant to let it go. Funny, because all it is the memory of my dads voice. I don't even remember what he looks like.
I'm not sure how old I am in the memory--about three or four at best guess--and we're (my dad, me and my two brothers) are walking up a dirt road. As usual, everything was muddy and I can hear my dad calling up to the boys not to step in the mud cause he doesn't have a change of shoes for them and the mud puddles are deep. I look up at my brothers backs as they make their way up the road--I'm far behind them, and am trailing along behind my dad--when I see the puddle and decide that I have to check it out.
I dip my foot in, and the mud swallows up my shoes and goes into my pant leg, seeping under my socks. I call up to my dad and he says "Didn't you hear me tell the boys?" in a sigh of frustration.