AT WHAT AGE DO YOU START TO REMEMBER…?

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Day 18
Tell a story from your childhood.

At what age do you start to remember?
They say that as soon as you are able to form words your brain is also able to formulate memories.
If that’s the case, then I have one lousy remembering brain.

I can barely remember names of people I’ve known forever, let alone recall a childhood memory.
I’m much better at faces, and generalizations.
And silly over-dramatizations.

I have memories of laughing, of sliding down the stairs with the L-shaped sofa cushions. Of putting on plays and using those same sofa cushions as part of the backdrop. Really, it was the sofa, the one with the awesome slings that held the L-shaped cushions in place, that was used as the backdrop and the cushions were used as knee pads while we performed.

I remember eating spicy mustard that one time and just about burning a hole in my mouth.
(Maybe that’s why I don’t like spicy things…?)
I remember our family hosting a japanese exchange student who made us super tasty miso soup and noodles. -I sure do love noodles- and that she got her fingers smashed in the trundle bed one day. 🙁
I remember bike rides to KFC and always having to walk my bike across the street, not ride. Memories of days spent playing at the children’s wonderland park around the corner from our Georgia Street house. And learning how to ride my bike without training wheels in the parking lot at that same house.

I remember lots of visits to Dad’s office, with his super awesome ‘mummy’ adjusting table that lifted you up and down, just like a mummy. (Dad was a chiropractor, funny eh?)
Killing time on the roller tables in the back room, while trying to stay out of Dad’s hair.
Trips to the Hostess store across the parking lot for doughnuts whenever I spent the day at Dad’s office.

I remember watching a video of me pretending to be a judge and shouting out ‘order in the court’ while whacking my mallet on the desk. Was I copying that from something? I really can’t recall.
See, silly memory of mine.

That’s one reason why I started blogging. I wanted to have a visual memory to look back at. One that my children can look at and maybe say ‘hey I remember that!’. Or even just to remember seeing the photo of them doing it, like me with the judge thing. That’s what I want. A brain, outside of my brain, recording all of the things that my mind doesn’t seem to have the room to store.

We’re more than halfway through May!
Can you believe it?!?

just love
//kelly

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