Day 14 – My Earliest Memory
I have been told that it is
impossible to have memories before a certain age and that any memory before that
is a manipulation of a story that I have been told about myself that my mind
forgets the source and so will it takes ownership as if the memory comes from
my own perception.
I’m not a neuroscientist or
a psychologist so I will just go ahead and assume they are right but for this
purpose lets go with the story of how I got a knot in my head when I was about
It was in our apartment in
Auburn Washington around 1991. My brother Josh and I were hanging out in our
room shortly after we had finished bathing. We had some really cool stuffed animals;
we had our favorites and others that we played a little rougher with. On this
day we were particularly excited about our stuffed Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
and their awesome ninja skills. So we began throwing them in the air and soon
discovered that we could actually, if we threw hard enough, make them hit the
ceiling. So here we are tossing our TMNT stuffed animals all the way to the
ceiling as if they made it there because of who they were and not because of
the force we were putting behind them.
It just so happens that a 4
and 5 year old boys (at least my brother and I at the time) do not notice
simple things that can be broken, for example the light fixtures. Well it turns
out that you don’t have to be aware you can break something to really do damage
to it. My little Michelangelo head butted that light fixture just right to
break off a corner of it and here comes the slow motion cinematics.
I am looking straight up as this piece of
glass is coming straight down at me. I notice my brother quickly jump out of
the way and onto our bunk beds, so I have figured out that something bad just
happened and something worse is could happen at any moment. From what I am
seeing at the moment my guess is it has to do with the glass piece and my head.
Now I don’t remember exactly what happened next and it’s probably a good thing.
I don’t know if mom n dad came running because of the scream or if Josh went
and got them. I don’t remember how I got in the bathroom but I think my dad
carried me. The next thing I remember is my mom dad and brother with me in the
bathroom, and I am crying. They keep telling me to hold still so they can help
me. I turn to face the mirror and see a significant piece of glass from the
light fixture wedged into my forehead like an upside down triangle. I don’t remember
much after that either but I know they got it out and I didn’t even have to go
to the hospital.
For years I could always
feel the spot on my forehead that had healed; now it takes some searching but
you can still feel it. I have many great memories from my childhood and I look
forward to sharing more in the futre.
As Always thanks for your
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in the Love and Grace offered to you through Jesus Christ, and that you will
always remember Jeremiah 29:11. – For I know the plans I have for you
declares the Lord, Plans to Proper You and not for harm, Plans with Hope for