As many first memories go, I'm sure mine is supplemented with details that I have "remembered" as others have filled in the story over the years. I don't know what all I would remember if not for this help.
According to the fabulous MFHD 210 Class my freshman year, I am "normal" in that my first memory is traumatic (like T$'s).
It was when I was __ years old (3 maybe?) and we were living in the house that Mom and Dad lived in when T$ and I were born. I remember the back yard from 3 feet high and lower pretty well (same with the house), and I recollect being outside and there were other kids there besides Kristen. I remember a t-ball stand off of which bigger kids were hitting the ball.
Then: pain. I remember pain.
In the head.
Ow.
Then I remember getting to lay on the couch with an ice pack (or maybe it was frozen peas??) on my head and I got to eat ice cream! I think I remember Kristen being jealous. Other than the ice cream, I think I slept through most of the day's recovery time (or so mom says).
And THAT is my first memory.
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Am I a bad Mom? - I had totally forgotten that incident! Our physical trauma does tend to carve a deep place in our memories.
I so don't remember that, but I can remember being jealous whenver you got attention at that age, so I believe it!
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