Early memories.
I'm talking memories from the age of 6 and under...
How many of us have them?
I do, and therefore I think that it must be normal for people to have early, formative memories...
...But it's not that way for all...
I'm fortunate enough to be able to remember my early childhood daycare lady, Thelma.
I'd be 4 years old, or under, in my memory of her. (She's long passed now, bless her soul)
I can remember being about 4 years old, again, and my mum telling me I was going to have a little baby sister...
I remember being around the same age, maybe 5, and sitting on my Uncle Tony's knee at a park, in Ivanhoe, for Easter...
...He passed away not long after...
...If I explore further than the age of 6 and under...
I remember being about 8 years old and hearing my father talking with my mother about how 'this medicine will help with the baby', and first becoming aware that I was now going to have a baby brother...
...I've got the image painted in my memory of looking out from my room in the hallway and seeing my dad reaching over the bench and handing my mother a medication from a chemist check-out paper bag and saying, "this will help with the baby," and me piping up and going...'um, excuse me? ...what baby?'...
I vividly remember Primary School...
...much better than High School when I come to think of it...
...I remember my primary school teachers better than my high school ones...
...Maybe it's because we tend to have 1 teacher in primary school but then multiple in high school, I don't know, but my primary school teachers made the biggest impact on me, I think.
I remember my 6th grade teacher, Mr. Smith.
I hated him, and the feeling was mutual. lol.
One day, he confiscated my football due to bad behavior and I taunted him and said "my mum's not going to be happy with you..."
...He responded angrily and said, "well how about you go get your mum and bring her here to my office..."
...So, I did, and my mum stormed in and had a go at him for summonsing her to his office because she was busy and not in the mood...
Lol...
...Advantage - Justin...
...I was always a little prick...
...Ultimately grew into a big prick, but hey, who's to judge...
I remember the time I was about 11 and I had walked home from school.
At that time, we lived close by, and it was about a 10-minute walk through suburbia to get there.
I came in the back gate to let myself in and found our family cat...Mitsy...curled up between the heating unit and the brick wall of the house...
...she was only half alive.
She had endured a stroke and was essentially brain dead,
her heart was still going so she was technically alive...
...but her movements were robotic, and she was unresponsive.
I called my dad, and he came and took her away.
I never saw her again...
I remember our family get-togethers...
When I was young, we were reasonably close to a group of other families that were composed of adults my parents knew, mostly my mum and that being people she had gone to school with.
They all had husbands and kids of their own now and so we'd all get together at different times and celebrate Christmas and stuff.
Eventually though... things changed...
...One of the ladies (my mother's lifelong friend) died of breast cancer and consequently left a male, who was otherwise not involved with the group, a widow...
...I'll never forget the morning that I woke up, I believe it was a Saturday morning, and I came out into the kitchen and my mother was there cooking, just like any other day, chopping up greens of some sort, and trying to conceal her tears as she'd just gotten the news that her friend had lost her long-time battle with cancer...
As is typical for my mum, she just soldiered on and continued being the rock for everyone around her...
...that was the moment that I first came to learn of Kerry's passing...
...Another one of the adults became divorced from her husband...
...Then became an addict, and then lost her house and her family...
And ultimately, in amongst a whole host of other stuff that I haven't even touched on, the families don't really see each other anymore...
I remember playing in the street with the other neighborhood kids.
Parents unknown to each other, but when you're in the street riding your bikes and stuff everyday its natural that you cross paths and make friendships.
I had a friend, Tristan, who lived next door and had Sonic the Hedgehog video games that we would play...
I remember Shaun from down the street who had the edgy brother and sister...
I remember the forest down the end of the road and exploring it and the guy's house who was down there...
...throwing shit at it because we thought he was creepy...
...then when he'd come out, we'd piss-bolt in fear coz we thought he'd kill us or something...
...LMFAO...
...They were the days...
The purest of moments...
...So carefree, and blissfully oblivious...
...I vote to have them back, please...
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