Why is it that we don’t have many memories from early childhood?
For most of us, those were the most happiest and carefree time in our lives.
Usually, the earliest memories are from a traumatic or a most exciting event, like a holiday.
And we can’t remember the rest.
Pardon me, I’m just pondering one of the mysteries of life.
For me, I think the earliest memory I have is when I was about 2 or 3 years old.
We had company over and everyone was in the kitchen.
I was in the livingroom admiring our parakeet.
He/she was green and yellow and “talked” a lot.
I wasn’t afraid of the bird. Actually, I was exactly the opposite. It was a pet and that’s just exactly what I wanted to do. “Pet” it.
I’m sure that bird was more intelligent than I was at that age, having been around maybe a whole 6 months.
And I’m sure that as I stood there admiring his beauty and wanting to get a little closer, that bird was thinking…
“This just might be my lucky break. I’ll woo her with my tweets, and fly to the side of the cage acting as if I WANT to be petted. And as soon as she opens that door, I break for it.”
And that is exactly what happened. As soon as I opened the cage and stuck my hand in, the bird flew out.
And of course, it flew around and around the livingroom and landed in a spot on the fireplace mantle that was too high for my two foot height to reach.
I can remember looking at the bird. Then looking for something to climb on, which I didn’t find. The only thing left to do was to admit what I had done and have Dad rescue the wayward parakeet. Which he did.
I remember my Dad as being a patient person, even from that time on. He only caught the bird, put it back in its cage, and then explained why I should never do that again.
I imagine that bird was a little upset that I went and got Dad, instead of opening the front door for it to fly to its freedom and join the rest of the feathered creatures just outside that door.
How about you? What is your earliest memory?
I would love to hear about it!