Ramblings of a Suburban Urbanite

Where memories are made……

September 13, 2012

I don’t read a massive amount of blogs, and many of the ones I do are humorous or food related, or both.
If foodie blogs are food porn for me, then Dianne Gray must be my brain porn.

You guys know by now that my mind thinks in a slightly different manner to most, and Dianne makes that kooky little mind of mine think…and feel.

Recently, I read a wonderful post by Dianne about first memories. It was fairly simple, mostly she was just writing what people had told her, and her thoughts about that. Something about it created a pulling sensation deep inside me and the little hamsters in my brain climbed into their wheel and started to run. If you want to check out that post, it’s here.

Dianne mentions that sometimes she feels that people first memories and their careers are directly correlated. When I asked my Facebook peeps their thoughts, I can  concur with her in at least one case.

I know I’ve been writing a few guest blogs of late, but I’m really enjoying being a blog slut, and if I still share it with you, then I’m not technically being unfaithful. Right?

I sent this over to Dianne because I wanted to share with her my thoughts and feelings that her blog had drawn from my well.

It was morning and I was sitting on my nappy padded butt on the landing between two flights of stairs. It was warm because sun was streaming through the window above me and the dust motes were dancing in the rays. I wondered what they were, because it seemed as though there were so many ‘things’ in the air but they just disappeared into nothingness once they hit the cool of the shade.
I had a tube of forest green paint which was on the ground between my chubby feet.
I had squeezed some of the paint onto the biscuit coloured sisal and I couldn’t pick it up, so I was trying to poke it into the grooves to hide it.

That’s it. That’s my earliest childhood memory. When I described it to my mother we worked out that I was just two years old.

Why did my brain pick this memory to cling on to? I know for a fact that there were more exciting moments, or more amazing experiences than this. There is photographic evidence.

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What are your first memories? How old were you?

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14 Comments

  • Reply Leah September 13, 2012 at 11:13 am

    Sooooo interesting. My first memories are also from about two years of age. I’ve often wondered though too about how viewing photographs & the re-telling & re-calling of early memories actually alter the real event over time. I hope that makes sense?? It sounds perfectly reasonable to me. Our oldest (now 5) can recall in detail things that happened from about 18 months of age. Sometimes it’s things that we were not even present for & on checking with grandparents or whoever was there he is exactly right. No. 2 son however can barely remember where he left his drink bottle so I’ll be interested to see when his earliest memories are eventually from!! Loved the full post.

    • Reply Keeping Up With The Holsbys September 13, 2012 at 9:22 pm

      It totally makes sense to me. I think it’ll certainly be interesting to see what sticks with our kids. So pleased you liked it. I really liked it, this one felt different for me.
      Love your thoughts, as always, Mrs Moore.

  • Reply sybaritica September 13, 2012 at 11:48 am

    I have a memory of being in the bathtub from before I was two years old… Probably barely one…

    • Reply Keeping Up With The Holsbys September 13, 2012 at 9:23 pm

      What do you do for work now? Does that memory relate in any way? Not sure what you could be, plumber, stripper, water polo player?

      • Reply sybaritica September 13, 2012 at 11:46 pm

        I’m a lawyer … maybe one ofmy clients is going to drown me?

        Actually, what I didn’t share the first time is that I went ‘number 2′ in the tub and was whisked out. I was FAR too young to even be scolded but I do recolllect a vague sense of having done something that was upsetting….

  • Reply diannegray September 13, 2012 at 1:24 pm

    Oh – I LOVE this! If foodie blogs are food porn for me, then Dianne Gray must be my brain porn.

    Wonderful! :D

  • Reply Fabulous Mommy September 13, 2012 at 9:03 pm

    When I was little we lived on a farm. My mom tells me that we had no electricity or running water. I remember the concrete floors and how the wheels of my walking ring would rattle and click as I walked around. There was also a little step which gave be great delight to ramp down at full speed. I remember our painted terracotta steps. I remember Hoover who was my best friend. He must have been some sort or labrador type dog but he seemed huge to me. I remember how he would follow me everywhere and let me sit between his front paws. I remember how he smelled.I remember lying in my parents bed, surrounded by pillows and looking up at my parents. It is a lovely group of memories that spans about a year of my life from about 9 months old until 18 month.

  • Reply Nina September 14, 2012 at 3:24 am

    I can remember a memory from slightly earlier than two years old. I was sitting on our front steps with my brother and sister, and my mom walked through the front gate, crouched down and opened up her arms wide. Then I remember running to her and hugging her.

    Another memory was probably my third birthday party, and I remember walking around and I had a gold bracelet on my wrist that someone gave me. Then the crazy thing is that I saw a photo of myself years later on that day, so it sort of confirmed that I wasn’t daydreaming :)

  • Reply Roar Sweetly September 14, 2012 at 7:02 pm

    I was at kindergarten sitting in a big old tractor tyre having a ‘class’ photo taken. I must have been about 4 years old! Can’t remember a thing before that.

    • Reply Keeping Up With The Holsbys September 14, 2012 at 8:07 pm

      That is so interesting. You are officially my latest bloomer……I wonder where those other memories went! That’s a beautiful first memory to have though….

  • Reply Fabulous Mommy September 14, 2012 at 8:46 pm

    D here is an interesting experiment. Ask D Man if he remembers being born. Don’t prompt any answers and see what he says.

    • Reply Keeping Up With The Holsbys September 14, 2012 at 9:06 pm

      I shall happily partake in this experiment, but he says yes to ‘do you want a poo sandwich’….

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