My Earliest Memory #252

Standing in a crib hands on rails.
Yelling “Mamamamama mama ma ma..ma..” with urgency loudly then voice gets softer and trails off into nothingness as I realiae I don’t know if I’m saying the right words or which entity will come – the big mean moody angry one or the big nice caring one.
I see the shadowy images of each in my mind.
I think they are the same person yet they are so different.
I no longer want the person to come because I don’t want to risk getting the mean one.
No one comes anyway.
I have a bowel movement and sit down hard feeling blank and alone.
Memory ends.

Submitted by Liz.

My Earliest Memory #250

I was sitting in the bathtub and there were maple leaves strewn
across the water.
All I can remember thinking is, where did these come from?
I know I played outside in the leaves all the time as a kid but I’m sure I never tracked any in.
There were more leaves than water in the tub.
To this day I can’t remember if it was a dream or a real memory, but that is the earliest memory i have.
It’s very weird to have your first memory be a dream.

Submitted by James Byrnes.