Bells
Staff member
Earliest memory from childhood is when I was 18 months and running outside to greet the postman (I was madly in love with the postman) with my dummy in my mouth and he saying "[my name], only babies use dummies" and taking my dummy from me. I remember bursting into tears from utter mortification and his trying to give it back to me, telling me he was only joking... I remember my parents trying to give it back to me so I would sleep after that and I kept saying "no no.. the postman said only babies use dummies".. my parents also remember my not sleeping for about 2 weeks after that.
Then I remember when I was 3 years of age and my fathers uncle had passed away and at the viewing at his house.. I was playing outside with my cousins that evening and my aunt (sadistic cow), forced us to come inside to pay our respects. And I remember the utter fear I felt when seeing him lying there dead with a rosary clutched in his hands. I was so scared I peed my pants and I remember my aunt yelling at me about not being respectful and I remember my father rushing into the room and dragging me outside while telling his sister she was insane... then trying to comfort me. My parents did not know she had forced me inside to view the body and had not wanted me to see it.
Again at 3 years of age I remember my father in hospital after an ulcer operation and my aunt (same aunt.. damn cow) dragging me in from the waiting room where I had been sitting with my cousin's to come and see my father. My mother had left me outside so I would not have to see my father with a huge tube coming out of his mouth where they were pumping things from his stomach.. and I remember screaming when I was dragged into the room and my mother jumping up from my father's bedside, my father waking up and looking scared and groggily trying to wave me out of the room and my Grandfather scooping me up and rushing me outside. That would have to be the most vivid memory actually. I was terrified that my father was dead.:bawl:
I also remember my cousin's and I stealing our grandmother's tamarind jam and using her good sheets to build a cubbyhouse behind her wardrobe.
Then I remember when I was 3 years of age and my fathers uncle had passed away and at the viewing at his house.. I was playing outside with my cousins that evening and my aunt (sadistic cow), forced us to come inside to pay our respects. And I remember the utter fear I felt when seeing him lying there dead with a rosary clutched in his hands. I was so scared I peed my pants and I remember my aunt yelling at me about not being respectful and I remember my father rushing into the room and dragging me outside while telling his sister she was insane... then trying to comfort me. My parents did not know she had forced me inside to view the body and had not wanted me to see it.
Again at 3 years of age I remember my father in hospital after an ulcer operation and my aunt (same aunt.. damn cow) dragging me in from the waiting room where I had been sitting with my cousin's to come and see my father. My mother had left me outside so I would not have to see my father with a huge tube coming out of his mouth where they were pumping things from his stomach.. and I remember screaming when I was dragged into the room and my mother jumping up from my father's bedside, my father waking up and looking scared and groggily trying to wave me out of the room and my Grandfather scooping me up and rushing me outside. That would have to be the most vivid memory actually. I was terrified that my father was dead.:bawl:
I also remember my cousin's and I stealing our grandmother's tamarind jam and using her good sheets to build a cubbyhouse behind her wardrobe.