I am gonna start this with my memory is awful. And I ain't sure why. I am by no means a pot smoker. Which I hear can affect ones short term memory. And I will admit I do drink, maybe more than I should in the past and still some now. But again not nearly enough I don't think to make me lose anything. My memory is just bad! So with that I guess for the challenge I will do a couple really old memories.
First off might not be my oldest memory. But it has been around as long as I can remember. It isn't anymore mind you, my grandparents quit smoking years ago BUT while they smoked my grandma always rolled smokes. It was always before bed after I had a nice warm bath. Gran would be sitting at the table. The tobacco was players green. She would stuff it in the black rolling machine put the empty cigarette on the tip, pull it back a viola! A smoke. Then tap it a couple times and put it in the tin. She had one and grandpa had one. This went on for years, as I got older I remember playing cards against her, canasta in the trailer when we were camping while she did that. Dunno it has always stuck with me.
Second is a puddle. I don't even know if it is a memory. It might be a picture I saw some were but it is out front of my grandparents old house. Across the street there was a sewer drain, that I am pretty sure doesn't drain properly. I remember splashing in it. And I don't think I was the only little kid doing it. But I don't think it was spring run off when it was cold and murky but a warm clean summer rain.Its more like a dream than a memory, not even sure it is real.
The last one I know is real, cause I have heard my relatives talk about it. I had an auntie that looked after me when I was young. Auntie Gloria, I was her first great nephew. Everyone says I mighta been spoiled. But I always remember helping her clean. Mostly I was aloud to spray the dishwasher with Windex. And I remember at nap time I often climbed the head board of the bed and pretended to ride it like a horse until I feel asleep. I will always remember my Aunties house.
So that's it, my memory isn't as bad as I thought. I mean as I write this a flood of good memories has come back but these seem to be my oldest ones.....
First off might not be my oldest memory. But it has been around as long as I can remember. It isn't anymore mind you, my grandparents quit smoking years ago BUT while they smoked my grandma always rolled smokes. It was always before bed after I had a nice warm bath. Gran would be sitting at the table. The tobacco was players green. She would stuff it in the black rolling machine put the empty cigarette on the tip, pull it back a viola! A smoke. Then tap it a couple times and put it in the tin. She had one and grandpa had one. This went on for years, as I got older I remember playing cards against her, canasta in the trailer when we were camping while she did that. Dunno it has always stuck with me.
Second is a puddle. I don't even know if it is a memory. It might be a picture I saw some were but it is out front of my grandparents old house. Across the street there was a sewer drain, that I am pretty sure doesn't drain properly. I remember splashing in it. And I don't think I was the only little kid doing it. But I don't think it was spring run off when it was cold and murky but a warm clean summer rain.Its more like a dream than a memory, not even sure it is real.
The last one I know is real, cause I have heard my relatives talk about it. I had an auntie that looked after me when I was young. Auntie Gloria, I was her first great nephew. Everyone says I mighta been spoiled. But I always remember helping her clean. Mostly I was aloud to spray the dishwasher with Windex. And I remember at nap time I often climbed the head board of the bed and pretended to ride it like a horse until I feel asleep. I will always remember my Aunties house.
So that's it, my memory isn't as bad as I thought. I mean as I write this a flood of good memories has come back but these seem to be my oldest ones.....
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