When I was three years old (according to my mother) we lived in a garage apartment on 15th Street in Dunbar. Here’s how it looks today, on Google Maps. Notice the completely appropriate vehicle parked out front? Heh.
This would’ve been 1965 or 1966, and I remember standing on the sidewalk beside the white house, near the tree, with a little girl who was wearing a dress. We were pouring Kool-Aid on the pavement, and a woman yelled at us because we were making the sidewalk sticky.
My Mom says a girl, about a year older then me, lived in that house, but she can’t remember her name. Supposedly we were “friends,” and I don’t know anything about that. I only have one memory of her: wearing a dress and pouring Kool-Aid, possibly grape.
I believe that’s my earliest memory, at three years old. We didn’t live in the apartment very long, my parents bought a house soon thereafter, and I can’t recall anything about the inside of the place. I’m sure it was luxurious, though.
I remember a lot of stuff from when I was five, and a few scattered events from when I was four, but before that: not much. What about you? What’s your earliest memory?
I asked Toney and the boys this question, and Toney says she can remember walking to a pre-school with her grandfather, when she was four.
The older Secret was almost four when we moved here from California, and says he remembers riding a Big Wheel around our cul-de-sac in Santa Clarita. So, he would’ve been three, I guess.
When we first moved here, the older boy cried several times per week because he missed his California friends. And now he can’t remember them, not at all. His entire life, as far as he’s concerned, has taken place in Pennsylvania. It’s bizarre; it feels like we haven’t been here very long, but it’s all he knows.
The younger Secret says he remembers being at the Santa Monica pier, but I’m highly skeptical. I think he “remembers” this from home movies, not from real life.
So, is three or four years old the norm? What’s your earliest memory?
And this is a quickie, written in a hurry because it felt like the site was going stale. Emergencies require quick action… I’m going to start my workweek now, right after a Marlene Catheter beef tips dinner.
See ya tomorrow, boys and girls.