My earliest clear good memory was of when my grandma and grandpa gave my parents a cuckoo clock for a trailer-warming present. I was two. It buggered up my sleep for quite a while, but I loved to wait for the birds to come out.
I still remember when I was 4 or maybe 5 years old and my parents had bought to me a own bicycle . I
cycled on our yard back and forth and was so happy. I even think my dad filmed when I cycle and
sang at the same time.
All of the sudden there were bright lights a bunch of loud talking and being cold and passed around, then hearing cheers and laughing. The laughing made me mad and I started screaming like a banshee! They laughed even harder. I vividly remember a man with a beard who I particularly disliked. He was hurting me. Then after what seemed an eternity I was happy and warm and snuggling with my mama.
I told my mom about this, I was thinking it was a nightmare but I wasn't sure because I couldn't remember when I had it. I have always had this "memory?"
My mom said that I was a very long and difficult delivery and that I was breach, she said the doctor who delivered me had a beard, and that there was a lot of commotion when I was first delivered because they couldn't get me to breathe at first. Weird hu? But then you have learned to expect that from me.
I know I was reading at age 3, so I don't know if this is a true memory or not, but it is something that has always stuck with me. I remember sitting on our sandbox, which was an old tractor tire filled with sand, and looking at a book, and like a puzzle in my brain, all the jumbled letters suddenly became words. I ran inside yelling I can read, I can read! I need to ask my Mom if she remembers that.
I clearly remember the night my sister was born. I was 4, and my brother and I were at my grandparents house, and there was one heck of a thunderstorm. Hail, wind, threat of tornadoes, but none ever touched down. My grandparents farm was about 1/2 mile from a big canal, and the powers that be were warning people that it looked like it was going to break. I clearly remember being loaded up into the car, and driven to my other grandparents house, where it was still storming, but at least we were away from the danger of the canal breaking. It was a scary night! (It never did break, but it was a very near thing.)
I remember various things about living with my Mom and her parents in Monroe, LA. I must have been around 2 and we lived in a small cabin with a pond on one side. Things like swinging in the yard, watching my Grandfather cut wood, stupid wasps on the back porch, the neighbor lady and her lemonade, the bar across the road, spelling "Mississippi", having Grandma cut my sandwich "di-ugly" and catching dragonflies & frogs at the pond.... Then we moved to New Orleans. I'm told that I knew the streetcar system like a pro. But if you put me there now I wouldn't have the first idea.
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect/The way you live, the gifts that you give/In the fullness of time/It's the only return that you expect