Remembering awakening in my bed, the grownups talking in the living room outside my room. My blue-walled bed was open on one side so I could have tiptoed out to see who it was. Maybe my parents had guests, or they were just talking with each other, it could have been the TV. I do remember how the linoleum floor felt under my bare feet. I would have left my bed to seek solace, but this time I didn’t. I stayed in bed feeling amazed.
What I really do remember is an acute sense of awareness, of being me. It felt that something new settled in my body; it felt ancient and coming from space. The strange thing is that this memory had to had come from the apartment we lived in before we moved to the terraced house we moved to in 1964. I was probably three years old, and I have been told many times that you cannot remember anything that early in life, but this memory must have been from that house since in our detached house my room was upstairs and the living room downstairs.
We have just sold the detached house and I still have this sensation with thousands of pictures.
a vague sensation
of ribcaged moonchild — born
Today Lilian hosts at dVerse and she wants us to go back in memory to an early memory and try to write from that perspective. We moved from the apartment where we lived before to the terraced house in 1964. I still have some vague memories from the apartment that does not come from photographs.
March 1, 2021