I was probably three years old, lying upside down on our ancient old brown couch. My head was hanging off the edge and my legs were up where your back should be leaning. I had no pants on, but I was wearing a white shirt with some sort of prints on the front, and white undies.
I distinctly remember this from my perspective (not sure if this should be obvious or not), and I was staring at my legs against the couch, not really thinking of anything. I had a bottle of milk in my mouth, so from my perspective I could see it in the foreground. It was the bottle that separated in the middle to make two handles so that you could hold it with both hands.
The interesting thing is, I don’t know how much of that tiny memory is actually true. They say every time you remember something, it changes a little bit every time.
I have thought of that memory countless times. I’m kind of intrigued by it, how something so fleeting and meaningless could be my earliest memory. It makes me wonder if there was something significant at that time, if there was a reason I remembered that moment specifically, if there was something I was thinking about that was profound enough (well, for a three-year-old, at least) that I would remember that moment.
And how much of this memory has stuck to its actual event? Was I really wearing a white shirt? Was it really the old brown couch I was lying on? Did I even have that milk bottle in my hands, or did I just assume that just because I was a toddler in this memory?
It all sounds stupid and unnecessary to think so deeply in this, I know. But sometimes I wish I could do that thing in Harry Potter, where you extract your memories into this liquid thing (I don’t remember! I’m not a hard out HP fan!) and then dunk your face into the thing and then replay it (sounds graceful). Or, you know, save your memories into a hard drive and then play it back whenever. And the memories wouldn’t be warped as a result of time or having other experiences afterwards, e.g. Remembering all the good times you had with a friend after they backstabbed you or something, they wouldn’t play back as if this friend is suddenly a very ugly person. I think that would be amazing. To save your memories forever exactly the way it happened.
I’m a very nostalgic person, can you tell?