Memory Void

Memory Void

So fun fact #58, I have a interest in memory and the physiologic and nereologic that's goes along with it. So no don't worry I am not posting some long worded essay about memory. But I will say google it , and you will be amazed about how little we actually know about memory.

Being fascinated about memory I was sitting one day not to long ago and thought. Hey, I wonder what was my oldest memory. Luan my son was playing around the house getting irritated by the fact that some batteries don't last 6 times longer and that his little train just couldn't.

I was going through my memory lane making stops as I travelled to the past. Some are good, some are bad, some I wish I could forget, and most of them I never want to forget. As I ventured way back, I ended up with two memories that I can honestly say was my first.
But I knew for it to match my criteria as my first, it had to pass these to tests. 1. There needs to be evidence and, 2: someone has to acknowledge that this has in fact happen.
Out of my two memories, the one, I believe was when I was 3. Mother was baking cakes and I used my brothers skateboard and pretend to be a delivery man, collecting and distributing. Well no one else can recall this eventful day so this memory was put aside as fake news. Although in my mind this was a real event.

So I had to go with memory 2, it met both requirements and it is still today one of my favourite memories.

Oky, pause. Remember I am recalling it from way back. Remembering  it as a small boy so, some stuff might be out of wack.

So my first memory was when I turned four or maybe just a few days before.
I can still remember the box that contained my birthday cake. Yes, my first memory that I can remember is cake.
This wasn't any cake this was a special cake, Buddy from the cake boss, would have refused to take this order.
But it was my cake, those years no one knew about plastic icing or printed pictures on rice papers.  These cakes was made by hands, well crafted hands. Oky oky back to my memory.

My cake was designed to look like a train. I remember it was a steam train pulling three carts. Each cart was a small square cake on its own. The train had cotton wool on its chimney resembling the smoke, at the back of the engine was my 4 candles. The first cart had a stack of those finger biscuit, which was the logs, the second cart had a load of jellytots and the third was smarties. The tracks was made using wafer biscuits.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I spent hours just looking at it, as it sat on the table.
The feeling of joy, being amazed and being hungry.

I was pleased that my first memory left such a great importance to me. I realised that my son is at that age where he will be able to recall memories. I pledged that I will always make sure that his memories will be great ones.

As Luan came and stood before me, I smiled and then he smiled.
I wiped my behind, flushed the toilet, washed my hands. I scruffed his hair and said to him.
Hope you don't have this shit memory...

Peace,Food and Pink Pudding