Monday, 14 December 2015

Your earliest memory

Before starting, here's a fun fact (that might not be fact). When remembering something, you're actually remembering the last time you remembered something.

My memory is weird. I can recall all sorts of weird facts,  random bits of knowledge and details about something I read but when it comes to memories of my childhood or what I remember my mind instantly freezes and when put on the stop I remember nothing. 

When I'm sitting idly or when something triggers a memory then I'll see it in great detail but right now, I'm drawing up a blank. What is my earliest memory? 

Probably, eating my breakfast in the kitchen in my high chair facing the window that looked into our garden. I was a toddler and seeing how easily distracted I am now, it was probably worse then and I would not eat because there were so many birds outside and I wanted to play with them. My maid/nanny actually caught me one and tied his leg to a pink raffia string. Now read till the end before you start forming an opinion. She gave him to me and I held on to the string while eating my food and obviously I had to offer some to my new pet bird so I threw down some for my little birdie. When I was done eating, we let it go. So there, no animal abuse. 


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