The 30-Day Blogging Challenge, Day 26: A Childhood Memory

  • Day 26: A childhood memory.

I’m defining a ‘childhood memory’ as one from before age 10, since I still am a child, although in less than 30 months I’ll be an adult! 😀 (Wait, did that just sound as immature as saying, “I’m 5 1/2! You forgot the 1/2!”?)

I thought and thought and finally couldn’t decide on one memory. Here are a few cool ones:

1. My first softball practice – age 6

I’m not sure how I still remember this, but I do. My mom took me to my practice. I remember which field it was at. Everyone on the team was at one of two places, either second base or shortstop, and the coach hit or threw balls. We caught them, threw them to someone at first base, and switched places each time we caught. I can’t remember if we did any batting practice. I guess I remember this because I love softball.

2. Hiking way too far up some mountain in Montana – age 8

I’m sure we were in Montana, but I can’t remember if we were in Glacier National Park or not. Anyway, we hiked really far up some random mountain. All I remember was that it was long and kinda boring and I couldn’t wait to get back. Sorry, Mom and Dad.

3. Mom reading to my brother and I – various ages, usually age 7 or 8 or 9

Sorry, Dad. I know you read to us, but I tried to remember that and I can’t. I remember Mom reading quite a few books over the years: the Chronicles of Narnia, Harry Potter, and some of Roald Dahl’s books, like James and the Giant Peach. I can remember imagining the old worlds ending and Narnia beginning in The Magician’s Nephew, the owl after owl swooping overheard in Sorceror’s Stone, and Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker. These are yet some more examples of how my life is far too influenced by books. 😛

4. Looking for Easter eggs at my grandma’s house and hitting my head on a stone birdbath – age 3

I remember running towards her house because I had collected all the eggs, and somehow I hit my head on this birdbath. It was made of concrete and had two concrete birds on top – doves, I think. My head really hurt. I can’t remember if I bled or anything. I think this is my earliest memory.

About nevillegirl

Elizabeth. University of Iowa class of 2019. Triple majoring in English & Creative Writing, Journalism, and Gender, Women's, & Sexuality Studies. Twenty-one-year-old daydreamer, introvert, voracious reader, aspiring writer, and lesbian. Passionate about feminism, mental health, comic books, and cats.
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