This post is written as part of the 30 Days to Finding Your Blogging Voice. Day 9: My First Memory.
This may seem odd but I don’t know what my first or earliest memory is. I’ve heard numerous people talking about all those amazing memories from when they were two, three or four, and I’m left standing there scratching my head wondering how much they are making up and where my memories went.
I have memories of fish. Yup, fish. The kind you eat, the kind in fish bowls/tanks, and the kind you catch and throw back. In case you didn’t know I’m a fisherman’s daughter.
I can remember my dad would bring home a small fish when he would land and set me up at the kitchen table with a butter knife and I would “gut” it, in other words – pop the fish’s eyes out. Yup. I did. No idea how old I was though.
I also remember having a good size fish tank in our living room with goldfish and two crayfish – one blue, one red. They looked like mini lobsters, they ate goldfish like lobsters eat fish, they also were great at getting out of the fish tank. Whenever we had company over with children my parents would block off the living room because you just never knew when one was attempting an escape.
It’d be nice to know what my “first” memory was but oh well, if I wanted to know badly enough I’m sure my parents could tell how old I was in the above memories.
What’s your first memory?