my earliest memory | my earliest memory
Aug.11.2010
Early Childhood Memory
I am about three years old and it is summertime in Connecticut. I am hiding. I do this a lot. I like to find places where absolute quiet prevails and no one can find me. I like to watch the slowness of things and often find places in the house or outside in the garden where...
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Jul.31.2010
Memories of my childhood are rather vague. They come in flashes. Nothing is vivid and transparent. We lived in a Hindu joint family with cousins and father’s cousins in two sections of the big ancestral house. Total number of members might be more than fifty.
Sometimes the...
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Jul.30.2010
Our bathroom ceiling had a leg sticking down. My mom's black heels clicked urgently across the bare oak floor. Dashing out from the kitchen, she darted toward the heavy thuds and muted yells suddenly filling our second-floor apartment on Elm Street in the center of New Haven.
How is it that so...
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Jul.30.2010
My first memory is of a spider. In the memory, it’s sunset in the summertime. I’m not sure I’d ever been up that late: Michigan sits on the edge of the Eastern Time zone, so the sky in summer remains light until nearly ten o’clock. In the memory, I am standing on my big girl bed in the...
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Jul.30.2010
“I don't have to go potty,” I tell mother in a whisper. But she makes me sit there until I do. All the kids are running around, playing games, jumping rope and screeching with laughter. It sounds as if there are hundreds of them. But there's not. Just a few cousins and neighborhood kids. All of...
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