first memory

I don't remember to much about my childhood. Can remember walking to town with my brothers three miles to go swimming. Or my grandma watching us. I guess I blocked alot of mine out. Don't have the greatest of memory here.

Some think I am odd because I remember things that happened 22 yrs ago but I can remember when I was 2 yrs old and my mom was getting me dressed for christmas pictures. I remember wanting to wear my sisters shoes, she passed away when she was 2 and I was 1. I remember them being too small but I refused to wear anything else.

I don't know why, but my earliest memory is from the hallway in the house of some frineds of my parents. I just remember a flash of the hall but my parents tell me that the house was sold when I were no more than a few years old.

Lying on the living room sofa one night and having my mother change my diaper.

I don't know how many months old I was then but, I remember that my mother used to secure me in an area in the balcony before she would attend to her various tasks which involve farm work. We had a sizeable house in what used to be the farm from where mom generated most of her income. When I asked my mom about this when I was in my teens, she laughed and said that she did it to all of us who grew up in the farm because, it is the only way she could think of which shall give her leeway to deal with the tasks at hand.

I have an early memory of sitting on the kitchen floor and dumping out the oatmeal from the oatmeal box and then making a hill out of it...I remember patting it very nicely. I also remember playing in toilet...I think. It's very vague.

My earliest memory is that of a place we went when I was 2 and half years old, there we visited one temple jwalamukhi in himanchal, there I remembered my father has taken me and the hand of my mother and we are crossing a body of water on which rocks and some wooden rafts are there to reach the temple and my brother who was eight is showing us the path to reach.

My earliest memory is of sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the cupboard where the pots and pans were kept, and then pulling them all out of the cupboard. It was extremely noisy and I made a huge mess. My mother was not all that thrilled with me. Of course I did have help in the form of my twin sister. We were pretty good at getting into trouble when we were younger. I am sure we had some logical reason for pulling out all the posts and pans but I don't remember what it was.

My teenage auntie was looking after me for the day. We were walking down a huge spiral staircase in our building, and I fell and bumped my head. My aunt panicked, and made me promise not to tell my mum, as we were meeting her from work. ( I must have been about 3 years old, I think). The first thing I did, when I saw my mum? I ran up to her saying that her sister had pushed me down the stairs!! ( She hadn't)

My teenage auntie was looking after me for the day. We were walking down a huge spiral staircase in our building, and I fell and bumped my head. My aunt panicked, and made me promise not to tell my mum, as we were meeting her from work. ( I must have been about 3 years old, I think). The first thing I did, when I saw my mum? I ran up to her saying that her sister had pushed me down the stairs!! ( She hadn't)