I want to say that I was two or even younger, but I don’t actually remember if that is true. In fact, a few of the memories I have from when I was very young are remembered incorrectly – they felt so real and so legitimate that it was hard to acknowledge they weren’t actually true when presented with the facts. Oh brains, why must you betray us so?
Anyway, I was very, very tiny. And I was wearing a blue dress not unlike this one. We were at the pub in a small town in Victoria where my mother was from. As soon as you walk in the front door, there is a staircase that leads to the next floor. I remember being at the top of those stairs and looking at my dad, who was wiring huge speakers, bigger than I was. He looked up at me and said in surprise “how did you get here?”. I don’t remember anything after that. I know I’d climbed a lot of stairs and I know that I should have been somewhere else.
Isn’t it funny what stays in your mind, those early impressions. What is your earliest childhood memory?