Writer's Block: Down on Memory Lane
Feb. 12th, 2009 02:36 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
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.
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.