My memory made the event for me.
March 2, 2007
My earliest memory is of my sister being born when I was two and a half. (Both my sister and I were born at home) The way I remember it: I was taking a nap on the bean bag and dreaming of a caterpillar when the midwife (or my mom’s friend) woke me up and told me that my sister/brother was about to be born. Then my dad tried to show me her head as it was crowning. I have very few other distinct, clear memories from my childhood (even the later years), so I am not sure how I could remember this from when I was two and a half. I may have made it up – or parts of it, but that is the way I remember it. The actual memory of my sister after she was born was not stored, only the birth part.
Early memories are funny things. I have distinct memories of my mother breaking her leg while falling through a rotted wooden step – I couldn’t have been more than three or four. I also remember her coming home WITHOUT a baby once – and that was before my sister was born when I was four, so I had to have been two or three. Having said that, there are entire chunks of my teenaged years that I’ve blocked from my memory. Weird.
whoa. that is some memory