I think it’s about time for spellcheck to start recognizing the word “blog.”
What’s my earliest memory?
Um… breakfast this morning?
Seriously, I have a terrible memory. It was never great, and then it got murdalized about eleven years ago. Having kids also didn’t help; I used to have a blog called “C-Section Lobotomy” because I swore they took part of my brain out with my babies.
I don’t really remember my wedding. Childhood is a blur.
This is weird, but here goes. This is my earliest memory:
I’m lying in bed in a bedroom with woodland creatures on the walls. It’s naptime, and bright enough in the room that I’m having trouble falling asleep. Or maybe I just don’t like napping.* In any case, I’m lying there awake, and I hear something. It sounds like an army of soldiers on foot, marching in time.
crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch
march, march, march, march
But I can only hear it in the ear that’s pressed to my pillow. When I turn onto my back, I can’t hear it. When I turn over, I hear it on the other side.
thump, thump, thump, thump
I fall asleep to the sound, knowing it’s nothing to be afraid, but still wondering where it’s coming from.
You have all probably already figured out what I did later, that it was my own heartbeat swishing trough my ears. Like I said, weird memory, but that’s it. Sometimes I still listen for the army in my pillow when I’m falling asleep. I don’t always hear it now; it’s often drowned out by the high-pitched EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE that’s always there. But sometimes I still hear it, especially when I have earplugs in.
*Weird how many things I like now that I hated when I was a kid. Naps, baths, broccoli, um… that’s all.