It was in the middle of falls, getting close to winter as I was wearing a brightly colourfull dress with a long sleeve shirt under, and cotton colorful stockings. I was sitting in the car ( a black1986 Subaru Station Wagen) and my mother who was late for work as usual was driving me to preschool. Mom was playing a cassette tape for me that had "Baby Balloga", "Swing on the stars", and a bunch of songs from Ralphie on it. We were singing it together.
I could rant on what happened the rest of the day. About the classroom that she dropped me off in, seeing all my friends who I recognized and new their names. Some of their names I was even able to spell, which I was very proud about.
But whats important about this small bit of rambling, was that I remembered how real that morning was. It wasn't just one of those flashback or 2 second clip images from when you were a baby. It was a real memory.
Not that the flashbacks were false by any means, but I had a concept of time. I had a concept of existence, of what my mother was doing, of the lyrics to the songs... It was like someone pushed the record button on my brain like you would a camera.
It was the beginning of my life.
I still feel now the record button is still on.
The flashing red light is giving me a head ache now...
- Neywt heart
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The memory of the start of my memories
When you first remember the start of your life. The first instant when you started recording in your small little head the time, the place, and the actuality of where you were. I remembered what that was earlier today...
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