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what is your earliest memory?
it is hard for me to say, since i can not place a timecode on any of the earliest memories in my head, some are fragments really (tasting beer at a small gathering of my family... yuck! my uncle kenny threatening to slip me a valium during christmas dinner, prying open gloria's eyes to see if she could see me while she slept, etc) but they don't line up like dominoes in my mind, one smacking into the other, back into the black void of consciousness.
but i can recall wanting to put chocolate milk on my fruit loops, as i ate them on a persian rug in a brightly lit room. (i can see dust motes in the sun.) yup, chocolate milk would be perfect with those fruity loops. i ask my mom, and she says that it probably wouldn't taste very good. so i ask if i can have chocolate milk WITH my fruit loops. (ah, machiavellian even at such a tender four years old!) my mom says yes, (probably distracted, or frustrated, as i was persistent in my request, or maybe she knew what my plan was, and had ceded to it, thinking that perhaps experience would be the best teacher...? maybe.) and then i carefully take my glass of chocolate milk into the living room, where i pour it into the fruit loops and being unfamiliar with archemedes, i am completely stunned when the milk level rises above the bowl and the fruit loops escape all over the persian rug. you know, fruit loops don't taste very good with chocolate milk on them.
it is hard for me to say, since i can not place a timecode on any of the earliest memories in my head, some are fragments really (tasting beer at a small gathering of my family... yuck! my uncle kenny threatening to slip me a valium during christmas dinner, prying open gloria's eyes to see if she could see me while she slept, etc) but they don't line up like dominoes in my mind, one smacking into the other, back into the black void of consciousness.
but i can recall wanting to put chocolate milk on my fruit loops, as i ate them on a persian rug in a brightly lit room. (i can see dust motes in the sun.) yup, chocolate milk would be perfect with those fruity loops. i ask my mom, and she says that it probably wouldn't taste very good. so i ask if i can have chocolate milk WITH my fruit loops. (ah, machiavellian even at such a tender four years old!) my mom says yes, (probably distracted, or frustrated, as i was persistent in my request, or maybe she knew what my plan was, and had ceded to it, thinking that perhaps experience would be the best teacher...? maybe.) and then i carefully take my glass of chocolate milk into the living room, where i pour it into the fruit loops and being unfamiliar with archemedes, i am completely stunned when the milk level rises above the bowl and the fruit loops escape all over the persian rug. you know, fruit loops don't taste very good with chocolate milk on them.
