WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Ok, I did add that “Ask me anything” function to my site (see top menu). And Tumblr, concerned by my lack of tumblr friends, has decided to break the ice itself.
So, what is my earliest human memory?
Moving pink. A sense of pink motion. Or so I said a few years ago when my mum asked. And she was shocked because apparently they carried me around in a girlishly-colored blanket. There.
But nothing surpasses my future father in law’s earliest human memory: the snow outside the room he was born in. Go top that.
And if you want even more of a thrill, one of my mum’s students, a young girl, once told her that “when she was old she had wings and flew”.
Impressed? I was.