Greetings and welcome to Week 2 of the 2018 #MFRWauthor 52-week Blog Challenge. Today’s topic prompt is about childhood memories, specifically my earliest memory.
Before I go any further, though, I want to tell everyone who followed me last year and read about my marathon training and listened to me whine about it, ad infinitum…I DID IT!
Last Sunday, my son-in-law and I (and my daughter, who was our cheerleader) got on a Disney World bus at the ungodly hour of 3:00 a.m., waited for the 5:30 a.m. race start outside in freezing 41 degree weather (with 8 – 10 mph winds), and then ran 26.2 miles to become marathoners!
It took Geoff 6:22 hours and me 6:33 hours. Not the fastest time, but well under the 7:00 time limit.
Would I do it again? Nope! But it was a neat course (we ran through all five of the Disney parks) and now I can officially say I’m part of the 0.5% of people who have run a marathon. I’m also part of the Masters division (over age 40) for females. My demographic makes up just 5% of all marathoners, so I’m particularly proud that I came in only 11 minutes behind my son-in-law, who is nearly a foot taller (which gives him a longer stride length) and 22 years younger than me.
Okay, back to your regularly scheduled program and the reason you showed up today: my earliest childhood memories. I’ve been thinking about this all week and I’ve got two that are both from around age 4.5 years old.
The first is of John F. Kennedy’s assassination on November 22, 1963. Okay, this is a weird thing for a four-year-old to remember, but (a) everyone was stunned and crying about it for days, so it made an impression and (b) the news coverage interrupted my tv shows. I was used to watching the Mickey Mouse Club, Bozo the Clown, etc and I couldn’t for awhile, so I wasn’t happy about it.
My other memory was of seeing the Northern Lights. We lived in the Chicago area for
a few years and I remember my parents taking me outside one night, my dad lifting me up onto his shoulders, and watching the Northern Lights.
They thought it was cool, I thought it was spooky and closed my eyes after a minute, refusing to look. To see the lights moving and shimmering made me think that some huge beings were running around shining those lights up at the sky. I specifically remember thinking they were aliens (I was four and watched My Favorite Martian on tv!).
Nowadays, I’d love to see the Lights. We’ve even talked about making a trip to Iceland or Norway to see them. Lol, I wasted a golden opportunity back then.
What’s your earliest memory? How old were you? Leave a comment below, then click here to see what early childhood memories the other authors on the hop remember. See you next week!