The Earliest Known or Imagined Memory
What is your earliest known or imagined memory?
I am so lucky because I had someone around, my mother, answer what was maybe my first question: "Who is Uncle Joe?"
But I did not ask for years.
Uncle Joe was not an uncle, he was a neighborhood friend, my mother explained. "And how do you remember him?" She asked.
I told her that he had given me a bunch of crayons in a cardboard box, that I still recall.
She told me this happened when I was less than a year old.
I was in the front yard, verified by geography and where I was living at the time, not more than 1 year after I was born.
We had moved from Ohio to Illinois. The move must have made an impression on me.
I do not recall ever seeing "Uncle Joe" again.
I was like 25 years old when I had asked about him. My mother was stunned.
I attribute that memory to my love of coloring in art. And I attribute my love of coloring to the memory — and others that would follow, of course.
It is a wonderful feeling to still have this tiny memory. I have bad memories too, which I prefer to ignore as much as possible.
This memory is my first, apparently. And I feel lucky that I know something about it, like it really happened.
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