My earliest memory is of feeding chooks on a friend's farm at Berridale with my family. I was about 2 or 3 years old, and remember it being cold, very windy and I was wearing red shoes and a beanie.
|Feeding the chooks|
It was a great family holiday. We all loved being in the country. I remember having fun with my brothers playing on the billy cart...well them more then me, and feeding the lambs and cows.
|Me and my brothers|
Some days I worry when I can't remember things like conversations I've had with a friend, what I did on the weekend, or somewhere we went on holidays or the weekend. My husband is always telling me that if we could remember everything we did each day, our heads would explode. I'm worried that its something more sinister like alzhiemers or early dementia setting in, and that one day I will forgot all the wonderful memories my husband and I have made together; like the day when I met my husband, our wedding day, our overseas holidays and the days when our children were born.
I guess thats why I love to capture memories of special occasions, holidays, family get togethers etc on my camera. While it will never replace the moment of being there and enjoying whatever it might be, its lovely to look through the photos down the track, and recall the fun you had or enjoyment you saw in your children's eyes.
What is your earliest memory?