Earliest Memory
I thought it'd be fun to start making posts based on the suggestions given on the LJ homepage. So... the first one asks, "What is your earliest memory?"
I'm trying to recall. I have a series of random memories from around the same time period. I was living in Boston, so they must be between the ages of approximately 1 and 6.
I remember going to the nursing home to visit my Grammy a lot. The entry way into the place had this crazy carpet. Very old. The main color was red, but it had little designs all over it (much like a tacky hotel carpet) that were gold and blue, I think. Grammy shared her room with another lady, but I don't remember much about her, except that she used to curse and my mom would get upset that her kids had to hear those bad words. I remember that Grammy had little stuffed animals on the bureau next to her bed. Specifically, I remember a stuffed giraffe that I was quite fond of. I loved visiting Grammy; even after her passing, she remains the nicest person I have ever known.
I also have in my head the memory of my first nightmare. Or at least, my first recallable nightmare. It was, again, in Boston, and I was living in a small room attached to my mom's room upstairs. My mom says that I only lived in this room for a short while, and that I must have been 1 or 2. You're not really supposed to remember things from that age, but here we are!
In the dream, I woke up to try and find my mom and my brother (who shared the room with me), and saw them walking away. I was wrapped up with a sheet, so I couldn't follow them. I then realized that something was behind me, chasing me. It was some crazy witch monster thing. It was closing in on me, and I knew that if I could just yell out or get to my mom and my brother, that I'd be okay. But I couldn't run or scream. I just had to hobble my way and try to catch them before they turned to go down the stairs. But I couldn't. The last image before I woke up was of them turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs, which meant they were gone.
It was awful! I remember it very vividly to this day, it was just so terrible.
I remember a room. I don't know how I remember it, but I remember specific things about it. I had no idea where the room was, so I told my mom about it. I described it to her in as much detail as I could remember, and I even drew her a picture. She was shocked. She said that the description matches that of this tiny room we stayed in while we lived in a homeless shelter for a summer. I was only six months old. We can't be sure if that's the room I am remembering, but so far, nothing more plausible as come up.
I'm trying to recall. I have a series of random memories from around the same time period. I was living in Boston, so they must be between the ages of approximately 1 and 6.
I remember going to the nursing home to visit my Grammy a lot. The entry way into the place had this crazy carpet. Very old. The main color was red, but it had little designs all over it (much like a tacky hotel carpet) that were gold and blue, I think. Grammy shared her room with another lady, but I don't remember much about her, except that she used to curse and my mom would get upset that her kids had to hear those bad words. I remember that Grammy had little stuffed animals on the bureau next to her bed. Specifically, I remember a stuffed giraffe that I was quite fond of. I loved visiting Grammy; even after her passing, she remains the nicest person I have ever known.
I also have in my head the memory of my first nightmare. Or at least, my first recallable nightmare. It was, again, in Boston, and I was living in a small room attached to my mom's room upstairs. My mom says that I only lived in this room for a short while, and that I must have been 1 or 2. You're not really supposed to remember things from that age, but here we are!
In the dream, I woke up to try and find my mom and my brother (who shared the room with me), and saw them walking away. I was wrapped up with a sheet, so I couldn't follow them. I then realized that something was behind me, chasing me. It was some crazy witch monster thing. It was closing in on me, and I knew that if I could just yell out or get to my mom and my brother, that I'd be okay. But I couldn't run or scream. I just had to hobble my way and try to catch them before they turned to go down the stairs. But I couldn't. The last image before I woke up was of them turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs, which meant they were gone.
It was awful! I remember it very vividly to this day, it was just so terrible.
I remember a room. I don't know how I remember it, but I remember specific things about it. I had no idea where the room was, so I told my mom about it. I described it to her in as much detail as I could remember, and I even drew her a picture. She was shocked. She said that the description matches that of this tiny room we stayed in while we lived in a homeless shelter for a summer. I was only six months old. We can't be sure if that's the room I am remembering, but so far, nothing more plausible as come up.