Day 5 of NaBloPoMo! Today’s prompt is What is Your Earliest Memory?
This prompt brought back quite a few memories from my very early childhood. I have several that stand out, and they all are from the same time period (around 4 years old), so I’ll go with one that I believe to be the earliest.
We were camping at a park, I think it was Cape Hatteras, I’ll have to ask my Dad, if he remembers. I was riding on a 10-speed with my Dad, sitting sideways on the bike (he had put a folded beach towel on the bar for me to sit on). Somehow I got my bare feet (foot, maybe?) caught in the spokes of the front wheel, and we both went over the handlebars onto the asphalt.
The next thing I remember is sitting indian-style on the ground (I remember wondering if I landed that way). I felt no pain whatsoever, not even my feet, and saw my Dad lying on the ground, motionless, with blood coming from a cut on the side of his head. Terrified, I took off running for help. The next thing I remember is being back at our campsite, Dad is fine, head is bandaged. I don’t know who helped us, if someone saw what happened, or if someone helped me find our campsite. I did bang up my left knee, as I still have the scar all these years later.
Needless to say, that ended riding anyone double on my bike!
Isn’t it funny how our earliest memories seem to be the ones that were frightening? Mine are. Maybe it’s a genetic thing to help us learn lessons quickly in order to survive. What do I know though? 🙂
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Makes sense! 🙂
I’d be interested to see if your dad remembers that and who helped you out.
I’ll be sure to ask him!