Daily Prompt~Childhood Revisited.

Today’s DP Challenge: 

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.

My earliest childhood memory?  It was when my Mom came home from the hospital with my new baby sister.  This was way back in 1969, when I was four years old.

I remember it was a warm March day, as we were all playing outside.  My brothers and I and probably a few neighborhood kids.  We had just moved to a new home, in a new neighborhood, and I’m sure that my grandparents were staying with us.

Funny, I don’t remember the move, meeting new kids, or having my Mom gone for a few days, like was common back in those days~before the bloated health care system instituted the practice of shoving you out of the hospital within hours of giving birth if you were able to walk on your own two legs.

It’s always struck me as odd that I have absolutely no recollection of anything that happened before this event.  What the hell was I up to for four years?  Any psychological experts reading, feel free to jump in and tell me if this is normal.  I’ve always had a Swiss cheese type of memory.  Hmmmm…….

What I do remember is Dad pulling into the driveway, and all of us kids pressing our grubby faces against the car window to marvel in awe at the new baby.  In the passenger seat was my Mom, looking proud and pretty with her lovely new baby girl.  Amazing that putting something so precious in a special life saving device didn’t become commonplace until many years later.

Why is this memory so vivid?  It’s not every day you get a brand new baby sister.  Even though she’s not a shiny new baby anymore, and never had the safety of a child restraint apparatus in the car, my awesome sister grew to be one of the kindest, sweetest women in the world, and I am proud to be her big sister.

Love you Twisted Sister

You owe me one, ok?

You owe me one, ok?













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22 thoughts on “Daily Prompt~Childhood Revisited.

  1. You were 4 in 1969, huh? Doth giveth away too much, methinks. In addition the being an unshitty blogger, I’m a master mathematician. And as soon as I find my calculator I’ll know your true age. Mwahahahahahaha!

  2. Hey, diva! Really sweet memory. Your sister is lucky to have you. My first memory is of falling in a sump pump and my dad having to come rescue me. I’m glad we don’t remember wearing diapers. ;-)

  3. :D Little sisters are the best things ever, well… when they’re not being nightmares. :) I loved the clarity of this memory– beautiful! You captured the pride & excitement so well!

  4. So sweet… I don’t know if this is a real memory, or if I’ve just heard the story so many times that it became a “memory”, but when my mother brought my baby sister home, I took one look at her and said, “Well, she’s nice, but what happened to my baby brother?” ;) Obviously I wanted a baby brother, but I sure do love my baby sister!

    • Well, I was told (later of course because I don’t remember) that when Mom was pregnant with my sister, that my brothers kept asking “Who has to watch it in the yard”-like they did with me. That was always a family joke from then on.

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  6. I just learned, from you, that child car seats didn’t always exist. LOL Oops! So people just drove around holding their kids? What if it was just the mom and baby? I don’t get it! ;)

    • I don’t know. All i know is mom held us until we were old enough to sit in a seat belt. Get this, my dad always cut the seat belts out of the front seats of his cars. Couldn’t stand them.

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