childhood memories...

Oddly enough, my most vivid childhood memory is a simple one. We always stayed with my grandparents when we went to Humboldt (A small town . . . actually city now . . . where a lot of my family lives). My sister and I always stayed in the same room. Outside that room was an old wash stand with a pitcher and basin. I remember very clearly playing on the floor in front of it. I remember the smell of the wood that made up the stand and listening to the goings on in the kitchen because there was a grate in the floor beside the stand that opened up over the fridge. It's a very simple memory but whenever I think of it, for some reason I feel very comforted. I'll have to find out where that wash stand ended up one of these days . . .

I have a lot of memories from about the age of three, although my parents cannot believe I can remember things from that age. I remember playing with my older brother with toy cars, and going out with him and my grandma in the park. I remeber how I used to be afraid of the dark because I used to see many bizarre shapes that would disappear when the light was on. I remember when I was 4 that my parents had my head shaved so my hair would grow thicker (I thank them for that now, but then I was sad because I was a bald girl in cutesy polka dot dresses). I didn't travel too much as a child, my parents took us to the seaside and to the mountains each year but that was about it. I do have unpleasant and frustrating memories, but those I pretend I have forgotten. I guess it's a bad thing, but even now, I pretend I have forgotten all the bad things that have ever happened to me.

My best childhood memories are of spending time with my maternal grandmother. All my other grandparents died before I was born, but I was really close to Granny. She taught me lots of things, like how to knit and sew and bake cookies. She read to me a lot too, which is probably where I learned to love reading. She used to take me to a park to feed ducks, and played lots of silly games with me. Just lots of really fun, silly grandmother stuff.

so my memories are not normal.
And weaird.some not really explanable.

I always loved my Life. I has been good to me.but sometimes it is IHML, and others it is mlia.

So life is good and bad.

Childhood memories are great.

I remember how I used to stay at my grandmother's house together with my sister and cousins and we used to build houses in the garden. That was just wonderful. God, I miss those times.