13/31--Memory
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shanachie_quillMy earliest memory? I have two actually. And both of them involve my younger brother. And are typical sibling interactions in my view. My brother and I were less than three years apart of age which becomes apparent when talking about these memories. I was about four or five during the time these took place.
The first memory:
I was playing with blocks and building a tower when my brother ran in to see what I was doing. When he saw the tower, he was ecstatic and came running over, kicking the bottom of the tower. The blocks came crashing down around the both of us, making him laugh hysterically. I was not nearly as amused because the tower I’d built was taller than I was.
The second memory:
We were at church while my father did some work and Benji and I were playing. I don’t remember exactly how it happened but I slammed his fingers in the door (between the hinge and the door). He promptly started screaming and I got yelled at. (My father was so upset he slammed his fist into the table and left an indent in it—that as far as I know is still there to this day). Of course once I was done sitting in time-out and we were released to play again, Benji slammed my fingers in a different door. I don’t recall him getting in trouble.
So not completely clear memories, but those are my earliest memories.
The first memory:
I was playing with blocks and building a tower when my brother ran in to see what I was doing. When he saw the tower, he was ecstatic and came running over, kicking the bottom of the tower. The blocks came crashing down around the both of us, making him laugh hysterically. I was not nearly as amused because the tower I’d built was taller than I was.
The second memory:
We were at church while my father did some work and Benji and I were playing. I don’t remember exactly how it happened but I slammed his fingers in the door (between the hinge and the door). He promptly started screaming and I got yelled at. (My father was so upset he slammed his fist into the table and left an indent in it—that as far as I know is still there to this day). Of course once I was done sitting in time-out and we were released to play again, Benji slammed my fingers in a different door. I don’t recall him getting in trouble.
So not completely clear memories, but those are my earliest memories.
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