As I don’t plan on posting today I thought I would pull from the archives an early post that virtually went unnoticed at the time.
My first memory is a vague, misty, scarcely-there vision of a railway line, a railway crossing and walking, walking, walking. I would have been around eighteen months old. I know it is a memory because when I talked about it with my mother, she expressed surprise. The scene I had described was where we waited for my brother on his return home from school. It was a non-event for the rest of the family and no-one had talked about it – ever. Thus, I know it is a true memory. So why did I remember this?
I have a theory that early memories occur because of the impact that the event has on the previously undeveloped memory cells. This impact I believe is usually traumatic – a fear, an event so horrible that the memory is permanently stuck. My next one was just that. Immense fear.
We were moving from Tamworth…
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Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
I’m glad you reposted.
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Thanks Sarah.
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