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Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge: My Earliest Memory

It’s time again for the Wednesday Weekly Blogging Challenge hosted by Long and Short Reviews.
Today’s topic is: My earliest memory
This is a little tough for me honestly, because I’m not sure what is honestly a memory *I* remember, or one I’ve been told about. For example, my mom tells about when she was potty training me… she and a good friend were discussing how children imitate what they see or experience and about that time, I toddled in with my doll, set her on the kiddie potty, told her to go, checked a few moments later and then said, “You didn’t potty!” and proceeded to spank her. A lot.
Y’all … I was spanked once in my life. When I ran out into the road after a ball. And it was one swat to the tush.
I do remember being very small (and it would have been when I was 2 or 3, because my parents divorced when I was very young) and having my dad show me how to make a really long “straw” out of chives.
I remember my first kiss… I was about 5 and was “Little Miss Roddy” in a local beauty pageant. It was in concert with some car race, and the winner of the race was handed a trophy by Miss Roddy. I got to hand a little trophy to his son, Duke, and we each got a little kiss. Awww….
Somewhere I still have that banner the pageant winners wear across their chests.
I have flashes of memories from when I was tiny. Most of them involve time spent with my dad, interestingly enough, since I didn’t live with him. He taught me to swim (by tossing me in the pool, lol… clearly it worked). He bought me most of the books I owned then. He took me to horseback riding lessons when I was around first grade age and we ate at McDonalds after (this was a big deal, folks). He taught me about football from the time I was probably too young to understand. I’m still one of the Faithful (go Niners!!) and watching the games always makes me feel close to him.
Dad died when I was 21. Lung cancer (don’t smoke, people). Thankfully, though, he was always there for me through my whole life, right up to the end. Memories matter. Make sure you’re making them.

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  1. Those are good memories. It’s not an early one, but football makes me think of my pawpaw, who isn’t here any longer. I remember how he’d argue with the television and the players, even if they couldn’t hear him. It’s nice to have those memories. 🙂 Funny, though, my memory involved swimming and I went the other way. Lol!

  2. Yeah, I had the same conundrum when working on this week’s prompt. I think it’s a real memory?! But sometimes stories you’re told about your early childhood can feel like your own memories after many years.
    That beauty pageant memory is adorable, by the way.
    My post.

    1. Oh … I remember “The Catch”!! I think this is where I say something like, “Sorry, not sorry.” Yes? 🙂

  3. My mom was solidly against fast food so eating anywhere that wasn’t our kitchen was a huge deal! And I lost my dad to throat cancer due to smoking, too, around the same age. It sucks. 🙁
    But I love how happy all your memories are.

  4. That really is a wonderful selection of memories, and I absolutely agree with you about not trusting whether the earliest of them are really yours or not. My answer is here if you’d like to read it.

  5. I’m so thankful you have wonderful memories of your Dad. Cancer can just go take a long damn walk off a short damn pier.
    (This has been a Very Difficult Year due to two family members being diagnosed with Two Very Different Cancers and two Very Different Outlooks).

    1. Maire, I’m so sorry re: the cancer diagnoses. Cancer sucks. I hope the success of your family member’s fight exceeds all expectations!

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