Saturday, July 28, 2007

You can stop remembering now. The winner is hotarunohikari of For A Better Future. Her first memory:

My first memory is very vague since I think I was just an infant. I was lying down in a crib, looking up at a white ceiling. I remember it was really bright. It was daytime. There was also a window in the lower area of my field of vision and it was open.

And that... is all I remember. Strange thing is, I told that to my parents and they said that I indeed slept in a crib in a white room, but that's probably too vague to say much about.

A few more memories:

From Jen:
My earliest memory is of sitting with my great-aunt Elsie at her house in Wilsonville, Oregon. We were sitting in some kind of porch swing and she was reading a book of nursery rhymes to me. I was probably 2 or 3 years old at the time and I think that this memory is one of the reasons I love to read. The reading gene has come full circle in my family as well: I’ve read to two generations of my cousins and they’ve read to the next youngest ones.


And this beautiful memoir from Che:
My earliest memory is sitting on my great-grandmother’s lap and playing with the diamond ring on her finger. We would rock in the rocking chair and the sunlight would glint off the stones and reflect onto the wall, forming prismic rainbow lights. My great-grandmother was one of the strongest, kindest influences in my life. When she died I inherited the ring, and I’ve never taken it off. I still feel like she’s with me.

by...frykitty... 7/28/2007 06:02:00 PM ... ~link~

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