My Earliest Memory

Nov 5, 2018

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!

4 thoughts on “My Earliest Memory”
  1. 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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