Yet another exercise challenging my terrible, unreliable memory.
I am fascinated with the instructions to “put into an image” one of my earliest memories, as most of my “earliest” memories are supported by photographic evidence. Without photographs of my childhood I sincerely doubt I’d be able to remember spending my entire 2-year old Disney World adventure crying my eyes out. I certainly wouldn’t be able to easily recall the time I visited a Children’s museum and- with several of my cousins and siblings- acted out a nonsensical play in which I portrayed a plucky knight. However, I’m going to try my best to put into an image an authentic early memory of mine. Hopefully.
The earliest thing I can remember is playing with my twin sister and our merely 1 week older cousin on the living room floor at my grandparents house. I believe my grandmother often laid out one of her crocheted blankets onto the carpet so we had a contained space in which to play, and this particular blanket was red with blue and yellow flowers. The atmosphere, facilitated by this crocheted blanket and the playful action, was one of comfort and childlike joy.