Friday, May 14, 2010
Five for Ten: Childhood Memories
At age four, I clearly remember the apartment we lived in. I remember watching the children's show Romper Room and waiting for the host to say my name at the end. I remember lying on the coffee table, eating a carrot and almost choking. I remember my mother's look of panic. I spit it out in her hand.
When I was five, I remember the dress I wore on the first day of school. I remember the lyrics to songs we learned in music class. I remember getting lost and feeling scared in a shopping mall. I remember stealing money from my mom's spare change jar, and I remember getting caught, too. She told me that my father was going to give me The Belt when he got home. He didn't. I guess she was trying to instill some fear so it wouldn't happen again. It worked.
There are many little moments from my childhood that live in my memory. Some blurry, some very vivid. Each has a special place in my mind and they bring me back to simpler times.
When Miss M has a special day, I look at her and wonder if she will remember it when she gets older. When we've had a bad day, I wonder if she will remember how I lost my patience. I hope she recalls more of the good days.
J is 12 now, and I know he will remember virtually everything from these years as he grows up. It still surprises me when he remembers a particular moment from years ago; something that I didn't think twice about at the time. It also surprises me when I reminisce about times when he was little and he doesn't remember. It makes me sad sometimes, too.
The mind is a strange and wonderful thing. It holds on to memories that might not seem significant to us, but it's those memories that shape us into the people we are. The adults we become. Some memories I wish would last forever. Others I wish would never come back. I can't choose which moments my children will keep photographed in their minds, but I hope they have happy, loving, lasting childhood memories like mine.
What are some of your earliest memories?