Most people have no memory of their first years in life. Some remember it quite faintly.
I, maybe like a majority of other people, recall my toddler years as if watching a really old film. Some scenes show up, while others are skipped through.
I was sitting on a cemented ledge in front of our mini store and my mother was in front of me. She was holding a piece of fruit or ice, and a pin to pierce ears with.
She would have told me to sit still, and it wouldn’t hurt that much.
There were balloons and party hats everywhere. People were walking in and out of our house, backyard, and garage (which was full of tables and chairs for visitors). I was walking around in a white or pink dress with a fluffy skirt like what a flower girl wears.
I felt so important that day. Everyone paid attention to me, looked for me, and greeted me.
These two incidents may have been my first encounters with real pain and real joy in my life. These are my first memories.
Can you recall your very first memories? Share it in the comments. 🙂