write a story of my earliest memory
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I have a notoriously bad memory even now, and I have no recollection of it ever having been any better. Thinking back, I have reasonably clear and complete memories for only the past three years or so, becoming increasingly spotty and episodic the older they are. On the far end, I also am familiar with a set of stories about by infancy that my parents have told me. It is somewhere in this border between implanted stories and fuzzy memories that I look in trying to find my earliest memory.
What I come up with is a memory from preschool, actually a constellation of memories surrounding that particular one, from a specific, short time period. At some point, my preschool class was presenting a play about the fall, including a song that, for whatever reason, I recall describing the downward flow of sap within the trees in preparation for winter.
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My Earliest Memory
My earliest memory is not very happy. Indeed, it goes back to my childhood, at the age of five years if I remember correctly.
It happened at noon, when we were at the table, my parents, my brother and I. As in the present, because, yes, I have not changed, I was impatient to eat. My mother had taken my meal, which she had placed in front of my high chair.
Except that, of course, “Sir Impatient”, that is to say, myself, did not wait for my mum to give me my food, so I wanted to take it by myself. I feel from my high chair headfirst and all my teeth went into my jaw. So that led me to the emergency room and thankfully the doctors fixed that.
Today, I can tell this without any pain because I just have the story in mind and no longer the pain. So can say that everything is well that ends well, even if the pain was long for many years because I had many dental devices, many appointments with the orthodontist and I even had an operation, probably because of this accident. But now everything is over, I have no problem because of that, so I’m very happy.