The absolute earliest memory that i have as a child is all sensory. I remember feeling very tall. i was bouncing a little bit, and I remember everything being really bright. I then remember going into a darker environment, but the brightness still shone through these big glass doors that i had gone through. I stopped moving for a minute, and there was noise – people talking – and then I was moving again. As I move forward, which was actually backward because of how i was facing, I see a woman in a dark green skirt and jacket sitting at a desk, and she turned, and smiled and waved at me as I moved away.
This memory pops up in my head randomly, and it’s always the same. For a long time, i never really thought about what it was. Then, it hit me. I felt so tall and bouncy because i was being carried. My father was 5’11” – he was carrying me into the military hospital where my mother was recovering from the C-section she had to deliver my sister. the brightness is because we were in the Arizona desert.
i don’t remember the words that were spoken. I just remember feeling so tall, and being excited and curious. I felt safe, and I was in awe of the world around me.
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