Do you remember your earliest memories vividly? Even if they’re few and far between, these memories can sometimes feel like a time capsule that transports us back to the times of our youth. For many of us, this feeling of reliving every single detail is incredibly vivid and clear in our minds. What’s the earliest memory you have? Let’s take a journey into remembering those moments as we explore what it takes to recall childhood memories.
A few years ago, it was my girlfriend who drove me to remember being a young child in my bedroom. It was like I was there. On top of my bed were stuffed animals that were my friends.
I’d forgotten that I had that collection of stuffed toys. My best friend was a toy puppy I named “Snuffy,” inspired, most likely, by TV’s Muppet character Mister Snuffleupagus. Mister Snuffleupagus is like a furry mammoth elephant who lives on Sesame Street, a friend to Big Bird.
I could see my bookshelves on the opposite wall. It was like being a child again. I frequently played sitting on that bed when I was a small child.
My stuffed toys sat at the head of the bed. I’d forgotten that was a habit of mine until the time with my girlfriend reminded me.
I woke up from what was like a trance believing I was waking up in that house’s bedroom. It happens once in a blue moon that I awaken from sleep wondering where I am or thinking I am somewhere else. Even if it’s my own home.
“Read an old letter, personal journal, or newspaper article. Listen to an old song that you or someone in your family loved. Cook a meal your mom or dad used to make for you.
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When I was young, when a girlfriend and I went to the regional butterfly conservatory, I took a photo of her smiling and seeming happy while seated in the semi-tropical environment. I took it with an old-fashioned camera. The negative is likely lost, and the photo has begun to curl. I was happy to think of it, though, when I read the prompt from WordPress.
Nowadays, I have a Sony camera that I take pictures with, from the time of Windows 8. Looking through the photos app on my desktop, I remember a photo dated the afternoon of one Wednesday in September 2014. It’s a photo of the field near the building that used to be a church, and which belongs to my dad, most of it being maintained by him and a few others. I had a FinePix Z1, and it was easy to get the photo. You can see the clouds peeking through the trees are a little bright, and the sunlit grass of the field is a little bright too. By then, I’d had a couple of years’ experience of being self-employed. The riding mower in the background is how I cut the grass every week.
It meant a great deal to me, and I’m afraid some of my enthusiasm has waned. I surmise I’ve run into burnout. I do enjoy maintaining a tiny presence on Facebook for the cemetery. It’s the core of my dad’s business, and I do a lot of other social media that isn’t all geared to Maple Lawn Cemetery, which is our cemetery, or about Catholicism, or anything else like that. For example, I am participating in these January writing prompts because they are fun for me, and they are making January more fun than it would have been.
My better half nowadays is magnificent. It’s not the girl from the butterfly conservatory, but what can you do? I don’t think she characteristically wants her photo taken, but maybe I’ll ask her again.