Remember how I wanted to start my own Memoirs Series? Here’s my second post of that series that I’m trying to start. (It’s more difficult that I thought it would be!) My first was a poem (that I wrote from a template – link in post) called Where I’m From.
In this post, I’ll try to recount my earliest memories…
Before I start that, I should (should I?) tell you when my life began. I’d wager most people don’t know the circumstances of their conception, but because my rents are a couple of weirdos, they love telling me in front of my friends. Relax – no gory details, just the … reason. (blechk). My dad is a Detroit native and in 1984, the Tigers were in the World Series. On October 14th 1984, they won. So thank you, 1984 Detroit Tigers; I owe my life (in part) to you. If they’re embarrassed that I’m telling this to my blog readers, they should not have told this story between giggles in front of my friends.
My Earliest Memories
During the first three years after I was born, I lived with my mom and dad in an apartment. I remember the door knobs and the stairs. Isn’t that odd? The door knobs were brown and speckled. The stairs leading up to our apartment were carpeted – red I believe, and they had a plastic protective strip up the center. I liked how it looked and felt beneath my feet. I remember that but I couldn’t tell you why. I remember getting a spanking but I don’t know what I did wrong and my parents insist it didn’t happen. I know our minds create our memories… maybe it was a dream I had?
My First Friend
I barely remember him, but his name was Danny and he had dark hair. My mom was friends with his mom at the apartment.
The Blue Witch in the Freezer
I had a recurring nightmare when I was young, in which the main aspect was this horrible blue witch. That’s what she was called or what I called her but she didn’t look like the pointy-hat traditional witch. I just saw her head – face twisted in a horrible silent scream. Her mouth was wide open but it was blue inside. Her skin was pale blue, her hair dark blue, long and wavy, flowing in a way that would make you think there was wind flying out of the freezer. She had no eyes. That was the scariest part. I don’t know if this dream is the reason I have an eye phobia or if it just played into it. Either way, thinking about those gaping blue eye holes makes me shudder to this day. The freezer door was open so we could see her and my family and I (my dad wasn’t there I don’t think) was huddled opposite the fridge in the kitchen looking. She had this clear plastic tube that she magically put through my brother’s ear. It went all the way through to the other one so he was deaf. That’s about all I remember.
I don’t remember the age I was when I kept having this nightmare, but I thought I was pretty young.
I don’t think I have any other memories from the apartment…
What about YOU? What are YOUR earliest memories & how old were you? Do any of you have memories from before you were 3?
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