Thursday, June 29, 2006

Random Question Friday Rescheduled to Random Question Thursday

Due to my crazy-ass drive-a-thon weekend, we're moving Random Question Friday up a day.

When I was a wee little tyke I slipped somewhere (the fireplace, maybe?) and busted my chin open. I don't remember going ass over teakettle, but I do remember lying on my back in a clean room with shadowy figures standing over me. I remember being especially comforted by one of them, not because of any specific behavior on his part but because he was my dad and he was there and that meant everything was going to be cool.

That's my first memory, folks. What's yours?


At 9:23 AM, Blogger Kathryn said...

Standing in the doorway of my great-grandmother's room. I remember her sitting in bed, probably resting. She lived with my grandparents, and to this day we still call her room "the grandma room." It's nothing outstanding or remarkable, but not only is it my first memory, but it's also the only memory I have of her.

At 10:45 AM, Blogger dirk.mancuso said...

My mother coming home from Chicago for a weekend and my grandmother leaving me with her while she went out. My mother put Ike and Tina's "Rolling on the River" on the record player and tickled me until I was hysterical from laughing and scared to death of the mostly unfamiliar crazy woman with the high pitched cackle and the lack of respect for personal space.

At 12:41 PM, Blogger Softball Slut said...

My grandmother died, and my parents left my with my other grandparents. I was screaming and crying and very upset. I still am not comfortable around the second set of grandparents.

At 4:16 PM, Blogger david said...

my grandpa raymond, who died the same year of this memory, came in to get me out of my playpen very early in the morning, before anyone else was really up, when the light is yellow and you can see the dust in the air. he took me into the kitchen, sat me on his knee, fed me some cereal, talked a bit, read the paper i think, and steadied me with his big hands.

like kathryn, it's my only memory of him. he died in 1977, which would make me about three at the time this happened. he was a good man and i wish i'd known him.

At 6:56 PM, Anonymous mary ann said...

I think my first memory is of picking my father up from law school. He finished when I was two, so that must be it. NKU is such an ugly place, and I remember being fascinated by all that cement in one place down such a long wooded drive (it's not as ugly when you're two, you've never seen a college, and the sun is setting behind the buildings) and my mom trying to explain to me why Dad went to school even though he was a "grown up".

It's super weird to think that happened when my dad was actually younger than I am now.

At 9:25 PM, Blogger Rosellen said...

I have two early memories, both of which happened, I think, during the summer before I was three. We lived in an upstairs apartment in Chicago Heights and my sister K was nearly one year old. She and I were playing with a marble ramp that our dad had constructed of zigzagging boards and my mother panicked because she thought that K had swallowed a marble.

My second memory of that apartment is of a sweltering summer night (no air conditioning for us,) when I was tied into a sleeping bag contraption which didn't allow me to get out of bed. I was hot, I was trapped and I was angry.

Trout, you neglected to add that your dad was the person stitching up your chin during this event. Have you told him about this memory and what his presence meant to you?

At 9:55 PM, Blogger ...Abbey... said...

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At 9:57 PM, Blogger ...Abbey... said...

My first memory is not about great-grandmothers (I never met either); it is not about family period. It's about the toilet. Yes, my first memory is being potty-trained. I remember being in our tiny downstairs bathroom (a retched peach color) and my mom showing me the little potty (I think it was red and blue) I could use next to the big potty. A little bizarre as a first memory... maybe.


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