RE: Your oldest memory
August 2, 2017 at 5:35 pm
(This post was last modified: August 2, 2017 at 5:38 pm by Regina.)
I can't pinpoint a precise first memory. However, I do have quite vivid memories of my life age 2-5. For some reason I can recall a lot of things, even quite trivial stuff, from around that time. It's to the point where it actually shocks my Mom when I recall it, she can't believe some of the things I remember so vividly.
Up until I was 5 we lived in an old Victorian terraced house, which I can still picture in my head so vividly even down to the furniture arrangements, wallpaper and layout etc.
More specifically;
- I remember a conversation with my Dad, while we were looking out of my bedroom window, about what "the lights" (planes) were in the sky were.
- I used to hate that bedroom. I'd never sleep in there, I'd always go jump into bed with my parents (probably to their extreme annoyance). I think it's because there was a long as hell corridor to my bedroom from theirs, it felt really isolated. The house was dark and kinda spooky too, typical Victorian terrace.
- Before my Grandfather died, we used to spend so much time round at my Grandparents' house. Lots of family gatherings with the aunts and cousins.
- We had music on all the time, and because my Mom was quite young when she had me, it was all the current stuff. A lot of my early memories revolve around music as a result, I remember (and love) so much of the 90s pop music that was coming out around that time even now.
- I had a weird obsession with nature, especially trees.
- We lived in a neighbourhood that had quite a strong community spirit, and there was lots to do nearby with shops and a park around the corner. Lots of memories of venturing out with my Mom and Dad (usually not together for some reason, but eh)
It was a very happy time overall, everything seemed so perfect and peaceful.
Well, until my grandfather died, and then I think a part of my childhood died with him. I had to be exposed to death and learn about it at such a young age. It kind of destroyed a part of my innocence, and played on my mind a lot. Wouldn't surprise me if that was a deep root cause of my cynicism and depression tbh.
Up until I was 5 we lived in an old Victorian terraced house, which I can still picture in my head so vividly even down to the furniture arrangements, wallpaper and layout etc.
More specifically;
- I remember a conversation with my Dad, while we were looking out of my bedroom window, about what "the lights" (planes) were in the sky were.
- I used to hate that bedroom. I'd never sleep in there, I'd always go jump into bed with my parents (probably to their extreme annoyance). I think it's because there was a long as hell corridor to my bedroom from theirs, it felt really isolated. The house was dark and kinda spooky too, typical Victorian terrace.
- Before my Grandfather died, we used to spend so much time round at my Grandparents' house. Lots of family gatherings with the aunts and cousins.
- We had music on all the time, and because my Mom was quite young when she had me, it was all the current stuff. A lot of my early memories revolve around music as a result, I remember (and love) so much of the 90s pop music that was coming out around that time even now.
- I had a weird obsession with nature, especially trees.
- We lived in a neighbourhood that had quite a strong community spirit, and there was lots to do nearby with shops and a park around the corner. Lots of memories of venturing out with my Mom and Dad (usually not together for some reason, but eh)
It was a very happy time overall, everything seemed so perfect and peaceful.
Well, until my grandfather died, and then I think a part of my childhood died with him. I had to be exposed to death and learn about it at such a young age. It kind of destroyed a part of my innocence, and played on my mind a lot. Wouldn't surprise me if that was a deep root cause of my cynicism and depression tbh.
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"Ironically like the nativist far-Right, which despises multiculturalism, but benefits from its ideas of difference to scapegoat the other and to promote its own white identity politics; these postmodernists, leftists, feminists and liberals also use multiculturalism, to side with the oppressor, by demanding respect and tolerance for oppression characterised as 'difference', no matter how intolerable." - Maryam Namazie
