My earliest memory is when I was 3 or 4. My parents and my aunt were painting my room pink in this house we rented. I remember petting my cat and hiding under the dining room table, pretending it was my house. I used to be afraid of thunderstorms so my Dad would make me sit on the porch swing during storms. Now I love them because of my earliest memories.
Moving at a young age from the only house you knew is hard. Those things can impact us on so many levels and I suspect at times, contain some ancestral trauma or blessings mixed in - yet we may not know for a long time.
My parents took me, the oldest, and my two younger siblings out of the Chicago suburbs when I was 5 and moved us 8 hours away from all our family. It affected me most of my life, although knowing some family history, I sense there were reasons other than what they told us for the move so far away. Those visceral memories are important to share as they happen to all of us at some point but no one really talks about it. Thank you for sharing your memories and experiences.
Thank you. Moving there was hard but moving back four years later, just as I was to start junior high was way worse; although it definitely was the right move for our family and I eventually adapted and made new friends and reunited with Julie. 🥰
Oh I'm sorry you couldn't say goodbye to your friend :-( Is this Julie Londino Green? Precious story. And look! You're smiling in your communion photo :-) LOL Jeni had to be the patron!!
I too started a new school in 3rd grade, but it was IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!
Great story, you definitely have a gift of story telling ! I will look for job postings for a librarian &
look forward to future stories !
My earliest memory is when I was 3 or 4. My parents and my aunt were painting my room pink in this house we rented. I remember petting my cat and hiding under the dining room table, pretending it was my house. I used to be afraid of thunderstorms so my Dad would make me sit on the porch swing during storms. Now I love them because of my earliest memories.
Early memories are so visceral, aren’t they? Yours is dreamy and lovely.
Such lovely memories.
Moving at a young age from the only house you knew is hard. Those things can impact us on so many levels and I suspect at times, contain some ancestral trauma or blessings mixed in - yet we may not know for a long time.
My parents took me, the oldest, and my two younger siblings out of the Chicago suburbs when I was 5 and moved us 8 hours away from all our family. It affected me most of my life, although knowing some family history, I sense there were reasons other than what they told us for the move so far away. Those visceral memories are important to share as they happen to all of us at some point but no one really talks about it. Thank you for sharing your memories and experiences.
Thank you. Moving there was hard but moving back four years later, just as I was to start junior high was way worse; although it definitely was the right move for our family and I eventually adapted and made new friends and reunited with Julie. 🥰
Lovely memories..
Oh I'm sorry you couldn't say goodbye to your friend :-( Is this Julie Londino Green? Precious story. And look! You're smiling in your communion photo :-) LOL Jeni had to be the patron!!
I too started a new school in 3rd grade, but it was IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!
Yes! Julie is that Julie. :)
Starting school in the middle of the school year?? Didn’t that suck?