I have a truly awful memory of when I was little. I get little bits and pieces, sometimes a feeling, but rarely a “real” memory.
I remember preschool- I went to a school called Page School. I must have been around 4 years old. My dad would drop me off inthe morning and we would do what we called a “Page School Hug.” It was a real tight, arms wrapped around his neck type hug. As I think iof that today, it is a sweet thought since my dad is not typically a demonstarive person. To this day, I *think* I only heard him say I love you once. About a year ago, I was hanging up the phone and thought that is what he said. If only I had a rewind button!
Some other early memories involve playing at my cousins’ house and when my youngest cousin was born. I must have been around 6…?I remember my first “boyfriend.” he came to my house to hand deliver me a valentine. I was also about 5 or 6. I can still see my brother writing on the face of my beloved Raggedy Ann doll, and getting sent to bed without dinner. I remember that punishment being given to me too.
I remember some good, some bad way back then.