My first memory: I am sitting in a big field of green grass with daises all around and a large, old gray silo in the distance. I feel I am a happy, content little girl.
That memory has been with me all my life. About five years ago, I mentioned it to my mother. She thought on it for a long time, then explained that we had never ever lived any place like that. From my details, she pinpointed I was 3 years old and the place was my grandmothers old shack of a house in Missouri. The silo was real but the grass was probably an overworked, barren field and the daisies were dandelions. Makes sense since I loved those weeds as a child. I probably thought of them as daisies.
This little memory has helped me through some tough times and it is still precious even though I know the truth
To this day, when I see the Ann Geddes print of the little chubby red-haired baby in daisies, I think of the little one I used to be.
What is your first memory?
That memory has been with me all my life. About five years ago, I mentioned it to my mother. She thought on it for a long time, then explained that we had never ever lived any place like that. From my details, she pinpointed I was 3 years old and the place was my grandmothers old shack of a house in Missouri. The silo was real but the grass was probably an overworked, barren field and the daisies were dandelions. Makes sense since I loved those weeds as a child. I probably thought of them as daisies.
This little memory has helped me through some tough times and it is still precious even though I know the truth
To this day, when I see the Ann Geddes print of the little chubby red-haired baby in daisies, I think of the little one I used to be.
What is your first memory?