It’s weird to think about a person not being able to remember his or her life, but everyone has a moment when they come into consciousness. Everyone has a very first memory.
Mine was something of a rude awakening. This is Hurricane Opal, which formed on September 27, 1995, and this is my first memory. I was four years old, and, well…
More specifically, the memory involves me riding in the pouring rain in the back of my parents old blue Chevy Corsica. Imagine this car, except in on flooded roads and in rain soaked yards.
We had gone to my grandparent’s house (who lived about 20 minutes away) before the worst of the storm in order to prepare. That’s all I know. I can remember riding back with torrents of rain hitting the windshield. I can remember the squeal of the windshield wipers going at full speed. I can remember the blue interior of the car and the little compartment below the armrest that holds change.
As a kid, I had a fear of windshield wipers and car washes. I’m convinced that this memory is what sparked that.
I’ve been told that makes me something of a late riser, as some people have memories of being two years old. I’m not sure why, but I suppose nothing interesting happened to me until I was four years old.
So what was your first memory. Describe it in all of it’s detail in the comments below.