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connorblond did something kind of cool...
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...way back in early December.
He asked friends from his list to tell him something from their early childhood...happy, sad, whatever.
I read many of his comments, was touched by their memories, and thought I'd like to do the same at my journal.
So now I finally am.

I'll start with the very same memory I gave to Connor.

My best very young childhood memories are beach days in San Diego, warm sand, sparkling water, and soft blue skies. And just me and my parents. Digging in the sand, diving through the waves (I really did pretend I was a dolphin), reading or napping under an umbrella and always, way off in the distance, the sound of other people's radios all tuned to different stations, mostly music but always, it seems now, the sound of at least one baseball game being played somewhere and broadcast to our little corner of California.

Tell me something about how you grew-up, I'd love to you know a little better.
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Cool memories! :)

I posted a few at Connor's LJ, and it made me reflect on my earliest childhood. It also made me remember the soft, cozy sounds my great-grandmother's wood-burning stove made while she held me on her lap as a toddler and taught me to read. The taste of the tiny black wine grapes growing in her garden, their skins warmed by the sun. Picking fresh home-grown peas, opening a bud now and then and eating them raw, crunchy and sweet. Resting my head against the warm flank of our most peaceful cow, while she patiently endured my learning to milk her without kicking over the bucket. The smell of the Marseilles soap great-grandma used to scrub down the tiles in the hallway, and the scent of the wood polish she used on the ancient wood floor in the kitchen, and the creak of the door handle when she finally got back home after working on the fields. I grew up a bit different than most others until it was time to go to school and I lived with my parents permanently, but it gave me a lot of good memories.

Great idea for a post - I hope you don't mind if I snag it.

I remember reading something you wrote awhile ago where you talked about growing-up on your great-grandmother's farm as I recall until you were about 3, right? All your memories from that time seem so warm, loving, safe. I really like the one you gave Connor about reading up in the tree but what amazes me the most is that you bring to your memories smell and touch and sound as well as the visual, most of mine are only sound and the visual, although I can sometimes recall the smell of warm salt air.

You were fortunate to have had those few years in that safe place with her and I'm really glad you remember that time so well. Thank you so much for giving me these bits and pieces of then. And, since it was Connor's idea anyway, I hope you've gone ahead and snagged it already.

...what amazes me the most is that you bring to your memories smell and touch and sound as well as the visual, most of mine are only sound and the visual, although I can sometimes recall the smell of warm salt air.

I think it's Aspergers and the related synesthesia - I live through my nose and sense of smell and can't vividly recall visual or audial impressions so much. But a scent or taste will bring me right back to the place I first experienced it, and I'm hyper-sensitive to tactile information, that's why I remember.

And, since it was Connor's idea anyway, I hope you've gone ahead and snagged it already.

I did, here, if you're interested: http://ashmedai.livejournal.com/325436.html

It was a great idea, and I really enjoyed reading other peoples' memories. :)

My first visit to Galway, the "big" city. For me, the little country boy, it was like diving into a completely different world. All the colours and sounds and I very distinctly remember a candy store. I flattened my nose against the glass and stared and stared. My mother had to pull me away, but later we went back there and she spent an obscene amount of money on sweets for us. I love that memory - can still taste the chocolate. *g*

Oh Connor, I love your memory, it's like a scene from a movie, I see it clearly and how lovely that your mother took you back, as happy as the proverbial kid-in-a-candy store literally.

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Horses? as in you had more than one? WOW. I know they must be a huge time commitment, but what a return on your investment. To bond with such beautiful animals must bring exceptional memories. Thanks so much for sharing.

Your icon is wonderful BTW

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