I sit here looking at the blinking cursor for a bit, because unlike some people my memories scatter and I really can't recall that much from my childhood, or heck even high school - okay not even the last five years. I can tell you what someones favorite thing is and always remember that, but actual memories seem fleeting to me - which is one, of the many, reasons I love photos, they help pry those memories out and be able to live through them again. I have this friend, Donavan, we went to school together all through 12th grade, we weren't really friends there, but liked each other well enough - we were in choir together all through high school and he'll turn to me and ask remember this and spout out something - I blink and say no. Good thing I have others to remind me of things.
Now I do have a few bites of memories here and there, but nothing full. I'll go through them a bit, any questions - just ask cause maybe it'll jar my memory more.
In the light of Christmas coming, one of my earliest memories has to do with Christmas Eve/Morning. I am not sure how old I was maybe 5 or 6? I was still snuggled up in bed asleep, but all of the sudden I felt this BIG warm hug - arms around me, it was there - I felt it. I open my eyes, and there is no one there, nobody. I swear to you Santa gave me a Christmas hug. It's still one of the reasons, to this day, that I still believe there is some kind of Santa. He might not travel around and deliver presents each and every year, but I do believe he does work some magic of some kind to certain people.
The next one is when I was again 5 or 6, I was up getting a drink of water before night time, and I ended up falling backwards from the kitchen sink & bitting my tongue almost in half. *I am pretty sure I stated this just recently, but its one of my earliest memory* I was rushed to the ER, and I didn't want the doctor to put that needle in me, I remember that. I ended up with 5 stitches I think? We get home, and I run into my bathroom to go "look" at them. I come out, and I had taken out all but one of those stitches. OOpppss. You will be happy to know my tongue is perfectly normal.
The only other one I can think of, which really isn't an exact memory is going to my Aunt Mary's for Thanksgiving. We'd come the night before usually and stay the weekend. I remember waiting for the guys to come back from hunting Thanksgiving morning. I remember playing with my cousin and especially following around my cousin Kent. Sleeping with my cousin Cheri and listening to her late night talks with friends/boyfriends. Playing with my cousin Tessi. Such wonderful memories and I miss that closeness that was once there with them.