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30Day Blog Challenge .Write about your earliest memory. Try to describe it in as much detail as possible. I love this prompt, makes me feel welcome enough to barge back in and drop another blog. I'm older than two years of age, not by much though. This memory is tattooed on my brain's title page of my life's memory bank. When you hear the expression, My life passed before my eyes, this is the memory that begins my life story. It haunts me in fact. I'm standing outside my home, 346 Aikens St. in the North End of Winnipeg, MB. Maybe it's the first time that I'm outdoors and left to my own amusement. I'm standing at the end of our sidewalk looking through the closed wire-gate. I spend a little time trying to open the gate and free myself from the front yard, but I'm unsuccessful. I can see my older siblings playing across the street with some of the other neighborhood kids. I sense that my mother is watching me from inside the house. It's a warm day, which is odd, I only know cold. The sky is clear and deep blue, there's an ever so slight hint of a breeze. I'm dressed in a heavy woolen sweater that buttons up the front with big brown plastic buttons, the pockets are teddy bear faces. The sweater makes me itchy. I see that my siblings are wearing t-shirts and shorts. I feel hot and uncomfortable. I start to pull at the buttons but I don't know how to work them. I get frustrated and pull the sweater off, over my head and toss it to the ground. The air feels good on my bare arms; I'm not feeling itchy anymore, and I'm cooling down and becoming comfortable. Then my mom shows up behind me, I knew she was watching. She picks up my sweater and starts telling me that I have to put my sweater back on because it's too cold for me to be outside without it. I protest, but she's already pulling the thing over my head just like I took it off. Mom was smart, she wasn't going to mess around with those buttons if she didn't have to. So, there I was, at the gate with that itchy sweater with the big brown buttons back on, watching my sibling at play while penned in the yard. I remember thinking... "so this is outside, I'm hot, and itchy and getting bored." I did not possess the vocabulary to think, "What the fuck?" but that was exactly how I felt. I was getting warmer, uncomfortably warm. Then it occurred to me... it's the sun that is creating this heat. I looked up in the sky, directly at the sun. Nobody had told me, "don't look directly at the sun." I didn't know! I stared right at it. Not for long though, because of the extreme pain I felt in my eyes and head. I looked away, then I looked again. I felt that same pain again, so I looked down at the sidewalk. I was thinking..."If this is going to be like this every day, I'm not going to enjoy my life. This totally sucks. I took one more look at the sun to confirm that I hated living on this planet and the sun hurt my eyes and head one more time. I turned my back to the sun, the gate, my siblings, and went back into the house. I did not possess the vocabulary at the time but would have if I could have said, "fuck it!" ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Made in Canada  |
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