My Visiting Teacher came yesterday and gave me a very good lesson on writing our personal histories. It really got me thinking. When I first returned to writing about three years ago, I was originally going to write a book about missions for sister missionaries. So I sat out writing down every experience I could think of and then I expanded each of those into paragraphs and more. That was the easy part, organizing those into a non fiction book was not easy. That is when I learned that I am a fiction writer. But it was still good because Now I have all those experiences down, but I don't have many other things down. I started thinking what I would put in a book of my life experiences. Starting at the beginning was a logical place. I got the date I was born, the hospital, Weight, height, name...but then where did I go next. So I started thinking of my earliest memories. Not the things I know because someone told me, but pictures I can remember in my head. That was fun. Here is what I came up with. I think (judging from what I have been told) that most of these took place when I was around 4.
*Floating on a tube in a lake with my dad. (Bear Lake I think)
*Sleeping on the floor at American Fork High while my parents worked on the Pageant of the Arts.
*Flying over the North Pole and the Flight Attendant having me look out the window ( still convinced to this day that I saw Santa's work shop)
*Having to turn plane around after going out over Ocean because someone was sick (found out later it was a man having a heart attack)
*Going to the store in Germany and buying Honey Smacks.
*Going to the fair in Germany with my Opa and riding the ponies and getting a big heart shaped cookie.
*Riding a train and being very afraid because my mom told me the robbers would get me if I didn't stay right by her. (Was reminded later this was because she had me all alone and she was running a fever of about 104 and was so sick)
So I guess my earliest memories are of trips I took, and my family. It is nice to remember that, it makes me want to make sure my kids have memorable family outings as well. So what is your earliest memory?
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This was fun to read! I'm going to blog about my first memories today too. Thanks for the idea!
I loved reading this, it makes me wonder, and worry, what my kids earliest memories will be. Let's hope it's something good. I remember being in some kind of a kid seat on the kitchen table and my mom giving me a bottle of red juice.(probably koolaid) and a lady telling her how cute I was. I have no clue how old I was but I think it was in the home I grew up in, which we moved into when I was one and a half. So I was at least that old, and probably older.
What great memories. I loved the North pole one. My earliest memory is my mom making me toast and skipping around and around until I was dizzy. We had horrible shag carpet that was orange, brown, and white. I remember it swirling. I was probably around four. Crazy!!
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