Violet is getting to that age now; the age when she will acquire her “first memory.” You know… the one she’ll recall as an adult. So of course I’ve added this to my Pile o’ Things to Worry About. Obviously I hope her first memory will be warm and fuzzy: tending the garden, baking cookies, playing with Graham, tickle torture. And I dread that her first memory may be sad or scary: angry parents, injuries, mean kids, nightmares. I do realize I have no control over this; but I am on a mission to curb Scary Angry Mom, just in case.
Most likely it will be something totally random and innocuous. My first memory is standing by my brother’s high chair looking at our shag carpet. I must have been about three.
How about you? What was your first memory? How old were you? It’s been awfully quiet out there, so I thought I’d ask.