Earliest Memory


Day 6. Earliest thing that you can remember.

My earliest memories are from when my sister was born. I was 2 years and 13 months old. While my mother was giving birth, my brother and I stayed with my aunt and uncle and cousins. Unfortunately, all of us children came down with conjunctivitis (pink eye). I remember sitting on my aunt’s kitchen counter and having cold boric acid swabbed on my eyes to remove the crusty stuff on my eyes. I hated it and whined but didn’t cry. I hated the fact that I couldn’t open my eyes and I hated the cold water on my face. My brother, who was only 10 months old, was screaming something fierce.

My next memory is a few weeks after that when I was outside playing by myself. Our neighbor came passing through our yard to get to the other neighbor’s house. She stopped to ask me about the new baby and I told her the baby’s eyes were changing color and we thought they would be brown. These are my earliest memories.

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About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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One Response to Earliest Memory

  1. The Hook says:

    At least they’re good ones!

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