My very earliest memory, I think, is of being little, maybe 2 or 3 years old, and buying shoes. I don't know if they were for me, or one of the three brothers I would have had at that point, or perhaps even my sister who was born when I was 3. I recall sitting on the counter, next to the jangly cash register while someone, probably my dad paid for a small pair of shoes in a small box. 
Next I remember riding on my dad's shoulders (my preferred perch) back to the car, driving past Kentucky Fried Chicken, which I remember recognizing from television, and not from having ever been there "Colonel Sanders and his boys make it finger lickin' good!" And finally stopping at Becker's for a brick of ice cream. Neapolitan. Why do I remember that?
There is nothing especially significant about this memory except that everything about it makes me feel happy. Funny, huh?
4 comments:
Happy about your childhood is "a very good thing".
Huh! I forgot it was Friday, lol.
It's interesting that our first memory--and many of the other early ones--is usually just a little snip of ordinary life. And it usually evokes a vivid feeling. One of my favorite conversational gambits.
Happy is a very good thing...oh QF already said that...
Hey, if you are gonna have a flashback, might as well be about something good, right? Right.
I love those little snippets of memory, Dorothy. Thanks for sharing that one.
I is odd, isn't it, that those are the things that stay with us, rather than those huge-at-the-time dramas and events we EXPECT to remember. The mind is a funny thing...
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