I was thinking about my childhood the other day and I began to remember many things I had long forgotten. I then tried to think back as far as I could and I recalled two memories from when I was very small.
Memory #1
I was around 4 years old and in nursery school. I remember having apple juice and graham crackers for snacks. I remember crying a lot because I felt lost. I also wanted to ride one of the tricycles that the other children got to ride, but for some reason, I was not allowed. I feel like something significant happened there because to this day, the smell of apple juice brings me back to that nursery school and makes me want to hurl. I wish I could remember more. Maybe I shouldn’t…
Memory #2
I think I must’ve been around 5 or 6 when my mom and dad and I went to Missouri to visit one of my mom’s relatives. I remember a teenage girl nicknamed “Butter” and she had bright red hair. She was always looking at herself in the mirror and fixing her hair. I looked up to her at the time. She seemed so sophisticated! I wanted to be just like her! I remember an older woman, whom I adored because she was so kind and loving. She was always cooking something delicious! She reminded me of Hazel, The Witch, a book that I had read myself or had someone else read to me. I can’t remember which. I’m pretty sure we were on a farm but the only animals I remember are pigs. I laugh now but back then I stood on a hill and threw rocks down below at the pigs in a pen. Poor little pigs. I wonder where everyone else was when I was doing this? Were they not watching me? I could have wandered off and got lost or hurt myself, being a little girl not used to country life.
How far back can you remember?
Being Aunt Debbie 
Speaking of nursery school, I remember being outside near the sandbox when I noticed my shoe had become untied. I asked the teacher if she would tie it for me, and some cocky little boy said he could do it. I was impressed — until I saw that he was simply trying to twist the two laces together! At age four, he had already learned macho braggadocio.
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His daddy must have been a real piece of work. He had to have learned it from him or whatever male influence he had in his family. But little boys are turds sometimes anyway, no matter what!
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Ha ha! But not my son. He wasn’t a stereotypical boy, and he’s a wonderful, gentle father.
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That’s awesome! ❤
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It’s amazing what things we remember from our childhood. I remember starting headstart, my teacher Mrs. Rodgers a very tall redhead who’d give up these small little delicious hard candies if we behaved and helped. I also remember making feather headbands and necklaces out of hardened marshmallows that we’d paint with water colors to celebrate Thanksgiving. Weird the small things we recall.
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It IS funny how we can remember back to our younger days, but can’t remember what we had for lunch the day before! Well, maybe that’s just me! Lol. Cool memories, friend! I have a few memories from kindergarten that stick with me, too. Like making feathers out of construction paper for Thanksgiving Indian headbands and getting in trouble because I didn’t make mine the right way but I thought I did it the way the teacher told us to.
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I have a memory from probably five years old… my sister scared me to no end. My uncle had a laugh bag (when you pushed a button or just put pressure on it it would give a maniacal laugh) and my sister placed it under my pillow so when I went to go to sleep and my head hit the pillow… I screamed and cried! Terrified me… LOL!
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Lol! That’s funny! That could scare anyone!
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