Writer's Block: Where your memories began.

[author_by_night]

[Error: unknown template qotd] I have a few, two in particular. One of them is very morbid and depressing, so I'll go for the second, which is nice.

I walked out of my house, and I remember staring at the sky, the sun on my face. I remember looking at what I thought was the "end" of the sky in the distance, and wanting to touch it very badly.

Obviously I didn't, but I'm fairly certain that the memory is the first time I really thought to wonder about life.

Another memory is running barefoot through a field with a girl with long blond hair and a red dress. She said we were going to her grandparents house. I questioned the memory since that day, feeling it could be a dream, but my Mom says that actually happened. I think pieces are missing - not entirely sure who would let two three-five year olds run through an empty field barefoot - but it's still a nice memory.

ETA: Took out the tl;dr stuff. :)

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[talimeeka.livejournal.com]

My earliest memory was sitting in this little green wagon that my dad used to pull behind his bike. I just remember watching the sand pass and listening to this little pink radio I had sitting in the back with me.