Question of the Day #6 and updates.

Do you know when you do something so much, you get sick of it? (That’s not the question by the way!) My “greeting” it is starting to not feel like me. So, I hope you don’t mind if I change it up a bit in future.

Onto today’s question. As I have been feeling oddly nostalgic today and have been transported back to the past on many occasions today, I thought I would ask:

What is your earliest memory?

I am working a lot behind the scenes at the moment on some poetry for my book. I am so used to sharing it all on here as soon as I write it that I find it hard not to automatically post it. These poems I will be working a lot harder on though. Most of my blog poetry is one shot Work. I think the book deserves a lot more work than that and if there are any blog poems included, they will also be revised and improved.

I have been thinking of a way to divide poems between my blog and the book and I have devised a simple plan, which will be easy to follow through as the book’s poems follow a theme of sorts.

I have missed sitting at my laptop and getting lost in thought whilst writing an in depth post, but my partner was recently injured and he comes first.

Other than that, I have been doing some character development for a separate project and I feel like most of the loose ends are tied up. I have a lot of studying to do in the meantime, because I want all of my work to be the best it can be and there is always room to learn and improve.

Thank you for accepting my current situation and getting involved with all of the questions I have put forward. I have very much enjoyed getting to know you and I hope you have enjoyed it too.

Until next time, stay creative!

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20 Comments

  1. One of my earliest memories is as a 3 or 4 year old I was looking at the sun coming through our play room window and feeling its warmth… and I thought… I wonder if I am really here, or am I somewhere else imagining this little boy I now am.

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  2. Whew, what a prompt… Well, here is goes, believe it or not (this has been discussed at length with various people over the course of my life btw)….

    My first memory is of the moments just following my birth, from a perspective in the top corner of the room above the doorway. My mother is in the bed with the blankets over her, resting, a good family friend is seated next to the bed, and the doctor has just placed me in the tray to be examined and processed. There is thin light filtering in through the curtains and a stillness in the air. Those details are really bits I have put together over the years – the clearest part to me, since I was a kid, has just been the perspective of the room from the high corner and the way the light is coming in through the window. Everything is kind of grainy and vignette, but the feeling and recall is consistent.

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  3. Great question, and one I ask of others as well.
    Mine was my second birthday. I do not recall anything prior, however my birth mother has told me many times that I crowned in the cab as it pulled into the hospital. Wish I could’ve seen that.
    On my second birthday, I remember being set upon a horse. Everyone was standing near. My grand parents, my older sister and my birth mom & dad. Dads hands left me as mom held out a cake with lots of colors on its top. Leaning towards the cake to get a better look (I think), I fell from the horse, knocking the cake out of her hands. I never got another one until in my foster home for my 13th.

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  4. I was about six months old. I must have rolled off my parents bed, which woke me up. I lay there looking at the underside of the edge of the waterbed. Rolled over and crawled what felt like
    f o r e v e r through the house, down the hall. When I got to the kitchen I could see who I recognize now as my mom standing at the sink or stove. I kept going to the living room and I can see my father and older sister on a couch.

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  5. Suckling on my mother’s breast
    I resolved to be my best
    To aim to please. To follow rules
    Be good at home. Be good at schools
    Stay out of trouble, out of strife
    Preparing for the afterlife
    Be good in all things. Good inside
    God above was there to guide

    I remember that I took a nap
    Whilst sitting on my father’s lap
    And lying there that day I dreamed
    That life was not all that it seemed
    That through my parents words I’d see
    My own responsibility
    On judgement day when all alone
    For my sins I would atone

    But that was all religious crap
    I won’t have any part of that
    I won’t get down on hands and knees
    Instead I’ll do just as I please
    I’ll kiss red lips and drink red wine
    Mommy I am doing fine
    Committing sins I won’t forget
    None, I think, I will regret

    Years drag on day after day
    Early memories fade away
    And parents watching from the grave
    No longer care how I behave
    I can’t recall where I went wrong
    I’ve been this way all along
    Watch me dance and hear me sing
    I can’t remember anything

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  6. I think it was a birthday cake (in the shape of a giant yellow teddy bear) my Nana made for me for my 3rd birthday… or at least, I have several memories around that time but I don’t know which came first and that one is my favourite!

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  7. I don’t have a lot of concrete memories until we lived in Alexandria, Virginia from 1990-1992. I remember my mom dressing me in my green snowsuit with the clown on it, and sledding with the big yellow inner tube/raft down the hill behind our townhouse. That was fun, until I got cold!

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  8. 2-3 years old, living-room, sitting on the floor, playing with a red truck. A random neighbour comes in (front door was unlocked) asking “where is your dad buddy?” I told the neighbour that he was in the shower. “Thanks, take care bud.” I cannot remember what happened before or after, but I suppose I remember that particular moment because of how absurdly random it was.

    Thanks for sharing with us all these creative and interesting posts! Have a great weekend; all best.
    F.D.

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  9. 2-3 years old, living-room, sitting on the floor, playing with a red truck. A random neighbour comes in (front door was unlocked) asking “where is your dad buddy?” I told the neighbour that he was in the shower. “Thanks, take care bud.” I cannot remember what happened before or after, but I suppose I remember that particular moment because of how absurdly random it was.

    Thanks for sharing with us all these creative and interesting posts! Hope you have a great weekend; all best.
    F.D.

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  10. As I still have a hard time remembering my childhood one memory sticks out clear as day I don’t know if I was 3,4 or 5 just very young ” I was standing infront of the tv Fox news was on and I heard them say the first sacesfale transition surgery had been done in Taiwan and I thought God they have a way to fix me some day ” I can remember this as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

    BY FOR NOW

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