#myfirstmemory

[rickybaez]

Pic two: Playing my first Omhel drumkit (Argentinian factory) in one of my first live show. Band: "Ventanas" (Rock band) - Place: Tentaculos bar concert - City: Santa Rosa La Pampa - Year: aproximately seventies ending - The other musicians on pic: Miguel Benítez (Bass) Eugenio Yep (guit) Daniel Camiletti (Keyboards) #drummerlife #drumming #drummers #drummer#myfirstmemories #music #musicians #musically #músicos#música #recuerdos (en Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires)

[theonlychildguide-blog]

Memory #1

One of the earliest memories I can recall starts with me trying to do a front-roll over a pole in the park. I was probably 4 or 5, just tall enough to get up on the top pole and try to flip myself over like a little gymnast. I know exactly which park and which pole because I used it as a bit of a benchmarking system throughout my childhood until I was too big to roll through the poles without smacking my head.

I remember we were just out for a walk as a family - me, mum and dad – but something felt wrong. There was tension and I was trying to make up for it by showing them my impressive flip skills. Then my memory fast-forwards to being back at the house, mum making dinner and asking me to tell dad it was time to eat. I remember knocking on the door to their bedroom where he was sitting, going in and delivering the news that dinner was ready but instead of following me out, he asked me to get my mum for him, please. I got mum, she went upstairs, I made a fort out of the sofa cushions and side tables, they argued, I sat in the fort. I was hungry, weren’t we going to have dinner? 

I’m sure we ate at some point that night, but that’s how I remember it starting; my brief career as Chief Fort Architect and the slow and turbulent breakup of my parents.

[flashmatuk-blog]

Flashmat's family friendly booths ⚡️ @fab_collective @myfirstsavse @instinctpr #MyFirstMemories (at Carousel London)

[funsizethoughts]

My First Memory

It’s funny the way your mind chooses to remember certain things and forget other things. I’ve always looked at my brain 🧠 as a computer 🖥. Your mind has a certain amount of memory. Once your memory gets full, then things must get deleted to make room for more data. I wish you could pick and choose what got deleted though. Because I absolutely have no need to remember all the lyrics to every alternative rock song from the 90s... But remembering birthdays would be useful information to have... And probably phone numbers. Cause if my cell phone died. I honestly could only call 4 people for help, from memory. And only one of those people are actually local. Which also brings the thought that it would be nice to be able to defrag your brain to make it more efficient for memory storage.

I think early memories stem from a place of either happiness or trauma. My earliest memory I think is both.

My first memory was when I was 2. It was my sister’s 5th birthday. I was standing on a chair at the dinner table next to my sister, sitting in a chair. My dad was standing next to me.

My mom emerged from the kitchen carrying a beautiful pastel pink strawberry 🍓 cake 🎂. My parents began singing Happy Birthday to my sister. I remember being mesmerized by the beautiful fluffy pink cloud ☁️ looking cake. My dad says, “Sing to your sister.” I couldn’t take my eyes 👀 off the cake 🎂. I tried to put the words together to sing 🎶, but was just way too distracted by this pink beautiful thing that seemed to be floating through air towards the dining table. The magic cake came closer and closer. Never did I take my eyes 👀 away from its majestic beauty. Memorized. In a trance.

There seems to be a gap in my memory here. Because the next thing I remember is being face planted in that cake 🎂. I must of face dived into it. But I honestly don’t remember that part. But it must have happened because I can’t explain how else I ended up face planted into the beautiful cake.

I remember lifting my face, covered in pink icing, from the cake. I remember looking over to my sister. She was crying 😢. Totally upset. Understandable, seeing that I ruined her birthday cake.

I remember my dad grabbing me off the chair I was standing on. He carried me off like a sack of potatoes 🥔. I then was spanked and disciplined for ruining my sister’s birthday.

I take ownership in the fact that I did infact ruin my sister’s birthday. But it wasn’t my intention. And to be fair, I believe this was the first time I had ever seen a cake. My parents are not a sweets for dessert type family. We had fruit mainly for dessert after dinner. I am in no way stating that I was in any way right in my actions. But I was only 2 years old.

I think 🤔 the reason why this memory stuck with me is:

1) Magic - the cake 🎂 was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen thus far in my short life

2) Trauma - my sister crying and my disciplinary spanking; which resulted in me crying 😭

Most people I tell this story to are amazed at the fact that I remember someone from such a young age in such great detail. But as I stated prior, I believe it is because of the joy and trauma I experienced from this event that stuck with me. Most people I speak with, their earliest memory is around the age of 5.

I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️, some things just stick with me and as hard as I try to forget. It never disappears.

[youcantstopthemott]

where do i begin?

well as promised, im going to start with my first memory.. well my first recollection of a first memory.. and let me explain that. I cannot remember this moment outright, i only remember it because of  a photo i saw when i was young. This photo was of me, in a Thomas the tank engine t-shirt, shorts, with my Great Grandma, my mother and i was holding a tom & jerry cup.

This cup was a special cup (well it was for someone so young)  because it had a built in straw that folded over so it was ideal for small kids with ‘less than adequate’ senses of balance and cleanliness.. however we all know these cups rarely stopped any fluid coming out, there would always be a dribble of juice on the floor!

Now you may say this was a boring, insignificant first memory.. however i would like to disagree, and i will tell you for why! Its my first memory of a time that i was young, free, carefree, and happy... these were all rare occurences when i was youger... let alone all together! I was with my Great Grandma, with my mother (who liked me at that period) and i had cool clothes and a cool cup... what more does a sub-five-year-old want in his life in the late 80′s?

From here, the stories fluctuate between happy and sad moments, however this one will always stay with me... as will a select few others... as a moment i will remember for the rest of my life.

It’s funny isn’t it, how you remember these little things from when you were younger as if they were yesterday... but cannot remember a text or email you sent 2 days ago to someone in your life right now... maybe its your brain ‘man-managing’ these moments, telling you that you should remember these moments as they are an important stepping stone in your life... no matter how small and insignificant they are... they are always more important than what sandwich you want collecting from the shop tomorrow.....

[rickybaez]

Pic one: Playing my first Omhel drumkit (Argentinian factory) in one of my first live show. Band: "Ventanas" (Rock band) - Place: Tentaculos bar concert - City: Santa Rosa La Pampa - Year: aproximately seventies ending - The other musicians on pic: Miguel Benítez (Bass) Eugenio Yep (guit) Daniel Camiletti (Keyboards) #drummerlife #drumming #drummers #drummer#myfirstmemories #music #musicians #musically #músicos#música #recuerdos (en Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires)

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Rochelle Humes strikes a pose! ⚡️ @flashmatuk @myfirstsavse @rochellehumes #MyFirstMemories (at Carousel London)

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Flashmat go green with their bespoke set build for @myfirstsavse launch party 📸 @flashmatuk #MyFirstMemories (at Carousel London)