My earliest memories are a blur of images from when I was about two years old. I remember a sundress I loved with a red bodice and ruffled skirt, a family photo with me holding a doll by its hair, and hammering pegs into a peg board. One standout memory is from my third birthday when my cousin blew out my birthday candles. In a split second, I reacted by slapping her, not understanding why I should apologize. It was a moment that stuck with me as my first clear memory of standing up for myself. What about you? Share your earliest memory in the comments!
Virge Randall
Virge Randall is Managing Editor at Senior Planet and a freelance culture reporter with a knack for discovering hidden gems in New York City. For more quirky stories, check out her blog “Don’t Get Me Started.” Feel free to send Open Thread suggestions to editor@seniorplanet.org.
