RE: Your oldest memory
August 2, 2017 at 7:33 am
(This post was last modified: August 2, 2017 at 7:37 am by Homeless Nutter.)
I'm not sure how old I was, or if this is the actual earliest recollection I have, since I don't have any chronological reference for the few memories I have from around that time (I'm guessing I was around 3 years old).
I remember being seriously ill - I had pneumonia - and going to hospital in an ambulance. Then I remember being in a waiting room with my Mum and her reassuring me she wasn't going to leave me there. And then I remember feeling very distraught and betrayed, as I was dressed in some sort of hospital pajamas, given a small toy and taken away, kicking and screaming, from my mother by the nurses...
Oddly enough - I remember almost nothing about my subsequent stay in the hospital, even though I spent a month or more there. You'd think a new environment, people and experiences would have left some impact, but all I can recall is being scared of injections one time.
I don't think I'd spent much time away from my home or my parents before then, as they both worked where we lived and I was never left in daycare nursery, or anything of the sort. I sometimes wonder how much that experience and the memory of it contributed to my trust issues, but I'm guessing it's more to do with my parents separating some 8 years later and me being repeatedly moved from school to school as a result...
A much happier memory from around that time is one where our mutt, "Myszka" ("Mouse"), had a litter of puppies under my father's desk, in the room where I was staying. I think I was also sick at the time - I don't know if it was the same illness, I believe I was sick a bunch, as a small child. My mother brought one of the newborn pups over to show me. It was wet, blind and helpless and I seem to remember thinking it looked nothing like a dog. One of those puppies - named "Bat" ("Whip") - would grow up to be my companion for the rest of my childhood and well into my teenage years. A better dog there never was... Hmmm, I think there's something in my eye...
I remember being seriously ill - I had pneumonia - and going to hospital in an ambulance. Then I remember being in a waiting room with my Mum and her reassuring me she wasn't going to leave me there. And then I remember feeling very distraught and betrayed, as I was dressed in some sort of hospital pajamas, given a small toy and taken away, kicking and screaming, from my mother by the nurses...
Oddly enough - I remember almost nothing about my subsequent stay in the hospital, even though I spent a month or more there. You'd think a new environment, people and experiences would have left some impact, but all I can recall is being scared of injections one time.
I don't think I'd spent much time away from my home or my parents before then, as they both worked where we lived and I was never left in daycare nursery, or anything of the sort. I sometimes wonder how much that experience and the memory of it contributed to my trust issues, but I'm guessing it's more to do with my parents separating some 8 years later and me being repeatedly moved from school to school as a result...
A much happier memory from around that time is one where our mutt, "Myszka" ("Mouse"), had a litter of puppies under my father's desk, in the room where I was staying. I think I was also sick at the time - I don't know if it was the same illness, I believe I was sick a bunch, as a small child. My mother brought one of the newborn pups over to show me. It was wet, blind and helpless and I seem to remember thinking it looked nothing like a dog. One of those puppies - named "Bat" ("Whip") - would grow up to be my companion for the rest of my childhood and well into my teenage years. A better dog there never was... Hmmm, I think there's something in my eye...
"The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one." - George Bernard Shaw
