Each Tuesday, Dede offers questions or ideas, which hopefully will spark a memory you can write/record so that it can be left for children/grandchildren/family/friends.
Describe the first memory that you can think of and share it with as much detail as you can.
This is a funny one. The actual memory is this:
I’m lying on my mom’s bed with my legs towards the door. I yell at her and kick her in the face. I run down the hall and run into my father’s legs. I’m not even as tall as his waist.
Apparently, this memory is associated with the last time I wore diapers.
According to my mother, what I yelled, though I don’t remember it, is “No more Pampers!”
She was changing my diaper on her bed, and I kicked her in the face and ran away.
From that day on, I was toilet trained. I had just turned two.
I can remember my parents’ bedspread. I can remember the light in the hall and the paint color. I even think I remember that my Dad was wearing pajamas.
I think it’s hilarious that this is my first memory.