This week we are going way back to the beginning of your conscious mind.
Your FIRST memory.
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| Wasn't I adorable?? |
My first memory is of my mother.
She is singing nursery rhymes to a two year old me while I play in the bath tub. My favorite is Old King Cole, and I insist she sing it again and again. Then she dries me off, helps me with my pajamas, and puts me to bed. I make sure I have her slip (pictured above), I liked to rub the silky material in my fingers, then I concede to being tucked in.
"Book, pwease, mommy," I manage to say around my the finger in my mouth.
She knows which one I mean, and slides it off the shelf across my room. Sitting cross legged on the floor beside my bed, she recites the familiar words of Dr. Suess's "Would You Rather Be a Bullfrog?", and soon I am asleep.
What is your first memory?
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