Writer's Block: Down on Memory Lane

[flewellyn]

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Tricky question. I think the earliest memory I have that is a coherent picture of a scene, rather than a flash of partially-integrated sensation, is sitting at the dinner table in my family's old house in Bloomington, IL, on shabbas dinner. It was before my sister was born, because there were only three of us there, my parents and me. And I remember that my mother wasn't pregnant yet.

I have more memories of while my mom was pregnant with my sister, including trying to sit on her lap and finding that there was no room, and patting her belly and saying hello to whoever was in there (didn't know the sex until my sister was born).

And of course, I remember seeing my sister in the hospital, as well as my mom after giving birth (she was eating some hospital food, and I wanted her cake), and the day they brought my sister home from the hospital. Oh, I remember that day very clearly.

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My earliest memories: being woken up and brought outside in the winter, wrapped in a blanket, to sit in a police car while my mother held me as someone torched the car parked next to the building. More specifically, next to my window. Watching The Flight of Dragons with my father. Flying my kite with my mother. Too many strangers trying to touch my hair.