Those memorable childhood moments…not!
Woman in the Middle | August 8, 2013Hubby can remember things that happened to him when he was two. I, on the other hand, have a scattershot group of about 10 or 12 memories that happened to me before I was 6 and that is about it. Sorry, I won’t be writing a memoir about my childhood! Well, I could, but it would only fill one page!
One of those scattershot memories is very vivid, You tend to remember those moments, even when you are very young, when you think you are going to die! My family was on vacation and we were walking down the street in some southwestern city. My Mom had purchased me a roll of some off brand hard candy, like Lifesavers but without the hole. This little point is very important to this story!
I was sucking away at the piece of candy when, just as we reached a street corner, it slipped down my throat and lodged over the opening to my windpipe. (Now I can see where those holes in the middle of Lifesavers come in handy.) So there I was choking on my candy and my parents were a bit distracted by being in a strange city, but they soon noticed my distress. My Dad was a tall man, six feet, and strong as well. As I quietly choked to death, he bent down, grabbed both of my ankles, and in one fluid motion picked me up by those ankles, turned me upside down, and shook me. The candy dropped right out and onto the side-walk, he set me down, the light changed, and we crossed the street.
As we started across, my hand firmly held by my Mom, I looked back to see my arch nemesis glistening on the sidewalk.
Do you have a childhood memory you will never forget?
I don’t think anyone can top that one! I just wrote a post about early memories (mostly relating to cats) but I remember a time when I was all dressed up in my Sunday dress. I picked up my beloved dog who had diarrhea and yep, the inevitable happened. I was heartbroken because I couldn’t wear my wonderful dress.
My most vivid was when a friend of mine and I were riding my bike. It was one of those banana seat bikes. She wanted to steer and suggested they I sit backwards on the seat. I thought that was a pretty cool idea. From my house to hers there was this hill we all called “Suicide Hill”. Can you tell where I’m going? We were flying! then the bike started to shake and the next thing I know, we are on the ground, sliding for what seemed like forever! We both had some pretty bad strawberries from that. I had to push my messed up bike home. When I got there, only my older sister who was 14 at the time was home. She isn’t very good with blood, as in she passes out at the sight, so she quickly bandaged me up. Mom got home some time later and saw my sister’s bandage job. The bandages were stuck to my wounds. (I’m cringing as I type this.) I soaked in the tub till the water got cold, hoping it would loosen up the bandages. No can do! My mom still had to rip them off. We’re talking wounds the size of your palm. I’m still cringing!
That made me laugh out loud! I can just picture your dad doing that!
Your memory reminds me of a movie my brothers and I used to watch when we were little: It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. The part I’m referring to is when the mother-in-law was held upside-down and shook by her son-in-law to free his car keys that she had hidden in her bosom.
I don’t have many memories of myself before the are of 6 or 7 and in fact I wonder if some of those that I do have are more formed by people telling me about the event then me really remembering it……………if that makes any sense……………..