Officially, my first memory was kindergarten screening, so it was the June after my 5th birthday (in April)

Unofficially though, I have a memory at 18 months.

A thread https://twitter.com/KA_Doore/status/1293862385099460609
When I was 10 my whole family sat around and told their first ever memory. I knew exactly what I was going to tell them.

"When I was a little toddler I was sitting in a high chair facing the door and it was late. I was excited because I should have been asleep"
"A woman I never saw before or since was in the kitchen laughing at me. You came in and we're shocked I was up, but you put a cake covered in strawberries on my highchair and I ate it"

I was told very firmly and clearly that this never happened, and it was all a dream.
I was told that I was never left with a babysitter who wasn't family, I was told I was never awake after 7pm, I was told that I had a vivid imagination (this is indeed true) and they changed the subject.

I didn't believe them. Several times over the years I tried again.
I assumed it was all over for me and my "memory" when I took psychology in Junior year and learned that you can't form memories before 4 because of the way the brain develops. Despite being told for years I was wrong, this came as a shock to me. I was, quite frankly, devastated
I gave up on my "memory" and just stopped bringing it up. Because I was wrong, and I know when to admit defeat.

And then when I was 20 and engaged, I spent an afternoon looking at family wedding photos. At my uncle's wedding my mom was SUPER pregnant.

"Oh, is that me?"
"No" my mother says casually. "This is [my younger sister]

"Oh" I ask casually. "Well, all my family is at the wedding right?"

"Yeah, so I got a lady I worked with to watch you this once. You never met her."

"Oh" I said calmly. "I see" I said. Calmly.
I turned the page and there was a picture of a cake. An ENORMOUS 3 tiered cake, covered in buttercream rose buds.

The color of the rosebuds, you ask?

Yes, they WERE red.
Now, of course I casually mentioned that, well, here I was at approximately 18 months, left with a woman I never met and couldn't identify, with a cake that LOOKS like it's covered in strawberries.

"No, it's not possible"

Yes yes, of course.

But...
Was I, you may ask, awake when they came home?

"Yes, and I was so mad about it!"

Okay and did you, perhaps l, maybe, bring me cake?

*Sighing deeply* "...yes"
We agreed to disagree. That it wasn't possible. That this was a coincidence. That it just so happened, by some freak, to be so similar to my dream, which was not a memory at all.

It wasn't a concrete vindication. But it was enough. I believed myself, I could live with that.
BUT!!!

A few years later I was pregnant with my first child, and my mom got nostalgic and pulled out baby shower pics. I had already seen all of mine, because I read it like a Bible, but I never saw my sister's.

There, behind my mother in her office party, was the woman.
I pointed right to her.

"There is that lady from my dream that isn't a memory at all. Is this the lady you coincidentally had babysit me?"

She just picked up all the pictures and put them away. So I don't know FOR SURE.

But it's her. I was right.
There are 2 explanations to this weirdness.

The first is that a memory very unique and jarring can sometimes maybe stick a little earlier, due to the novelty.

The second, and very relevant, is that people with autism form memories differently. Some report early memories.
So officially, in a neat and verifiable way, my first memory was of me having a hearing test in the cafeteria of my future elementary school.

But really, unofficially, my first memory was sweeter than that.

[The end]
You can follow @TM_Coffin.
Tip: mention @twtextapp on a Twitter thread with the keyword “unroll” to get a link to it.

Latest Threads Unrolled: