#earliestmemory

[neversaidenough]

Earliest memory of ...

The first graphic novel I ever saw was - “Hush” by Rajiv Eipe. Nilanjana was reading it in Pilani. From the name - “graphic novel”, I gathered that it would be like a cartoon series, only longer. Something like Tintin, or of the Superman/Spiderman comics category. I was looking forward to reading it once she finished with the book.

But when I borrowed the hardly-50 page novel, I didn’t like it at all. Back then I was much more innocent (a kid, really), and unaware of the complex realities of the world around us. It was all beautiful and rosy for me. I didn’t understand why someone would draw and write about such dark & unspeakable, adult things - depression, homosexuality, blood, power, abuse etc.

The sketches very vivid, and powerful. But the theme had me greatly dislike the book. Till a long time later, the memory of this book led me to not pick up a graphic novel.

Two years ago, though, I read “Persepolis”. It is Marjane Satrapi’s memoir of growing up in war-struck Iran. I really liked the characters & the story, the consistency of the drawings. I followed it up with “Kari” by Amruta Patil, and “Maus” by Art Spiegelman. The aversion of “graphic novels” has gone and I’m looking forward to reading many more such novels.

PS - Read Nilanjana’s review of “Hush” here

[joyceb96]

Day 2 #30daywritingchallenge #writerwednesday #writingprompt #writingchallenge #earliestmemory https://jlsapphire1.wordpress.com/2016/11/02/30-day-writing-challenge-day-2/

[atadbitmsguided]

My earliest memory

*I meant to do this yesterday but I forgot*

I have so many to be honest. It is.literally hard to pick the earliest. But here goes nothing…

I was about 4 when my parents and I were moving into the house my mom stays in now. I remember watching my parents move the last of the things and actually being excited about moving.

That’s the most I remember about that time in my life because well I was four! But oh the memories that I have after are just wonderful!

[doctorprofesoranderson-blog]

Chapter 1.

I rember the silence, the piercing sound of nothingness. absolutley still, it was like being caught in a staring match . It was as if the world had stopped and held its breath. maybe, just for a moment, i thought everything was going to be fine. Then out of the stillness came the thundering roar "ROSIE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY KEYS YOU FUCKING CUNT" screams my father, as he rushes up the stairs to his bedroom. My mother still dazed by the terrifying roar tries desperatley to break the trance her body has cast on her and reach for the keys. My sister and i are standing in our door ways by this time and my father has already burst through the closed bedroom door, like a raging bull. We watched them fight like titans towering over cities knocking into the dressers and throwing misc. Items around the room like grenades on a battle field. My father notices me watching, i remeber looking into his eyes and at this very moment there was a type of hatered that should never be felt by a three year old. I break eye contact and turn and run into my older sisters room and close the door behind me. "You didnt need to watch that, she tells me as she hold me close."

[yourlazikrhy]

Story time

The earliest memory is when i fell out of the water tap. I remember it so distinctly so let me tell you the story. One day i was looking through bts pictures when i felt a slight tap on my back. I spin around to see the tooth fairy behind me. He was male, about 5’7-5’9 and around the age of 20. So, being the 5 year old i was, i asked him why he was wearing a sink tap on his head. He told me it was for the fairy dressing up party but i didnt believe him. I felt so angry because the tooth fairy was lying to me, lying through his belly bangles. Do you know what i did? I started climbing on him so i could turn the water tap on his head so he could get a cold. He told me i was a naughty girl and that he would send me into the pipes. I started to laugh and so did he. He brought his hairy tooth out and said ‘zingumulaay zumugaliba ey sum dum day kumula skunday ola’. I started to shake with fear and the next thing i knew i was in the water tap. Years and years i would shout out for help but people thought i was singing. So i eventually found a way out. I jumped over the witches, fought with the four legged masked orange banana skin and attacked the wall of earth. This is how i came out of the water tap.

TRUE STORY

Anyway, thats the end of my story and hopefully i will tell you one of my stories another time. Adios! And have fun out there

Admin M

[mypekingduck]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Standing in my playpen, making my best puppy dog eyes face and begging: Please someone take me out of here!

[pqca]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

My mom pregnant of my young sister standing at the front door waving to me, while I was in the car on my way to the daycare.

[sparklingmsdarcy]

Day #14 Your earliest memory.

Mom and I went inside a pet store and I got distracted by this beautiful and colorful bird. Mom called for me to come to her the way she always did when she saw me distracted and the bird micked they way she said my name! It amazed me even more. I ran to my mom and the bird kept saying my name. My mother and I still recall this day every once in awhile.

I think I was less than 4yrs old.