Writer's Block: My earliest memory

[pseudophonist]

Ok, so I don't actually have writers block, but I wanted to share a couple memories, two quite stand out but I'm not sure exactly which way around they were.

The first is a memory I have of our old house in South Africa. It was a town house over the shop that my grandfather owned, a house my father lived in for 40 years. It was my grandparents, my

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[miconazole]

This is I think my earliest memory by a fair bit: I am lying on my back in my parents' room. They want to go to sleep so they're trying to turn off the light but every time they do colours and shapes appear in my field of vision, always coalescing into (for some reason) a red cartoon car, which (for some reason) terrifies me. So every time the light goes off I make a fuss, they turn the light back on, try to comfort me, turn the light back off, I start insisting they turn it on again, etc. I think I have some sort of understanding that the light needs to go off but I don't want the dark so I keep fussing. I can understand my parents but I can't talk very well so I'm probably 2 or 3

[pseudophonist]

I think i'm buying you a red car for your next birthday.

[miconazole]

Lol, I wasn't scared of cars then or now. I don't know why I kept hallucinating a car in that instance.

[miconazole]

Oh, another one: I'm with my dad in our bedroom and he's drawn a skull and crossbones in chalk on the concrete floor and asks if I know what it means. I don't think I actually know that it's a representation of a human skull (or what a skull is for that matter) but I find the symbol very menacing all the same. I don't remember what his explanation was, though. Possibly he was trying to teach me poison labels, or maybe he just wanted to draw a skull and crossbones on the floor.

Come to think of it I remember a lot from 3-4 onward, probably too much to bother writing down.

[aquilus_sparus]

I think my earliest memory was when i first started walking. I can't remember how old i was, but i recollect exploring into the backyard and my brother was practising a golf swing, and then i proceeded to get far too close to him and he hit me with the club on the back swing.

Another one that comes to mind is before i started kindergarten, i think, since my mum was working and had to drop me off at my grandparent's house. It happened often, and every time i got dropped off and my mum left, i'd be looking out the window at my mum balling my eyes out because i didn't want her to leave. And then my grandpa would always proceed by giving me a Ferrero Rocher, which stopped me crying.

And following up to that, i remember that i still used a feeding bottle to drink at that time because i was still challenged in terms of my motor function, but my grandparents didn't ever have one. They'd give me a mug instead, which was super heavy, i think, so i'd proceed to spill it all over myself when i try to drink from it. Awesome.

[aquilus_sparus]

But what might be even earlier, is that i remember lying on my back in a cot, and throwing up. And for some reason, i remember that whatever i threw up was brown-ish. Yuck. No wonder i hate vomitting.