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Aug. 25th, 2003 12:42 am
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Leif and I took a nap for an hour or so today. I swear he noticably grew during it.

I seem to have gotten my period back. Bah. I was really hoping I'd be one of those people who didn't get it back for months.

Yesterday we drove out to the middle of nowhere for a Mars-viewing party. It ended up being kind of a bust - we got started late, then had a diaper incident when we stopped at the store to get flashlights, then I mis-read the directions and got us a little lost. People were still there when we finally made it, but it was a bit chilly and starting to cloud over. Not an utter waste of time, though. I still had fun.

The unaccustomed chilliness and being out under the stars at night reminded me that it was almost exactly two years from the day [livejournal.com profile] koyote and I first met.

We were listening to the radio in the car on the way there, and a song came on that brought back very intense memories of one of the best times I had in high school.

It was from the talent show that took place during my freshman or sophmore year. Must have been freshman, because my sophmore year pretty much sucked entirely except for Spanish class, and now that I think about it, some of the people I'm remembering graduated my freshman year. Anyways, I was working one of the spotlights. Chris M., who I had a crush on, was on the other one. It was great fun - the only chance I ever had on the headphones. That had been one of my goals since I got started with drama in third grade (Actually my goal was to be stage manager, till I got to high school and realized that stage managers generally aged about 10 years from the stress and lack of sleep. Plus I got a job my Junior year, and didn't have time for it anymore). Chris always made fun of Izola, who sang "Memories" from Cats, which always got him yelled at by Brian (I realize that this whole story has become nonsensical to anyone who didn't attend high school with me. Oh well).

Anyways, this ties back to the present day because the Drama Club did a lip sync to "Polka Your Eyes Out", one of Weird Al's medley thingies. The song on the radio last night, "Enter Sandman", was part of the medley. This isn't a song I hear frequently, which is probably why it brought back the memory so strongly. I have a lot of songs that have memories associated with them, but if they're songs I like or songs that were popular at the time of the memory(which tends to be the case), I've listened to them often enough that the association with any one event tends to lessen.

Not so with this one. I heard it and I was there, as distinctly as if I'd literally been transported back in time.

Of course, next time I hear it, it will have another memory attached to it, so I doubt the effect will be as strong.

My earliest memory is meeting Laura G., who was my best friend until 1st grade or so. Her family had just moved into the house behind ours. I was out riding my tricycle around the block with my mom. She was riding her hot wheels in the driveway. I remember thinking hot wheels were much cooler than tricycles. I must have been three at the time, since she was a bit older than me, and I remember going to her fourth birthday party.

That's the earliest memory that I can actually place in time. I may have earlier memories, but since I don't know when they take place, I'm not certain. I do have vague impressions from around the time my brother was born (I was almost 3), but nothing distinct, and some of it may be "memories" from photographs I've seen.

What's your earliest memory?

Date: 2003-08-25 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] figgy-newton.livejournal.com
Polka your eyes out... Heh. That is all there is to be said on the matter I think... Except that you are right, being a Stage Manager does age one about 10 years. Remember when I had to go to the ER with chest pains during Birdie?

My earliest memory? I clearly remember my first birthday but not much more until I was two and a half, then I remember Christmas, specifically the pajamas we had. They were butt-flap PJs and going to the bathroom in them was infinitely more difficult than it should have been (well, for me at least, my sister was still in diapers). Yes, I was potty-trained by two. My parents were big believers in getting it done ASAP, especially since my sister is only 18 months younger than me.

Date: 2003-08-25 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silkensteel.livejournal.com
Being carried into the pediatricians office and getting weighed on the baby scale. I remember the paper on the scale was pale greenish and textured in tiny raised squares. I remember the white metal of the scale was cold. I remember being fascinated with the paper.

My next earliest memory was about age 3, waking up from a nap to an empty house and calling the Operator to ask where my mother was. (She was just outside chatting with a neighbor.)

Date: 2003-08-25 05:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthgeek.livejournal.com
My first memory is kind of fuzzy. It was at my parents apartment in Rockville or Bethesda. The wall had some sort of shelf system or built in cabinets and a space for the tv. That's pretty much all I remember. The next earliest memory I have is seeing this huge stuffed polar bear in the airport somewhere in Alaska. We were en-route to Misawa AFB in Japan.

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