Realm of memories👣🎈👣

First memory? 👶

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Have you ever pondered your very first memory?

That split-second when you were suddenly aware of the world around you?

In the depths of time, where memories slumber until stirred, I am whisked away to a childhood moment.

The scene is fuzzy, like an aged photograph fading over time.

A deep yearning intertwined with nostalgia stirs within me.

Here I stand, straddling the line between reality and memory - bridging two worlds separated by time but united by emotion and experience.

In this realm of time, I find comfort in the knowledge that while memories may fade, the essence of what once was will forever be etched in my mind.

Childhood Mischief

In the cradle of time,

my earliest memory,

of nowhere and everywhere,

My feet, small and unsteady,

Me and Kate Turnbull,

Plastic babies strapped tight in play buggies.

“Keep up! Keep up!” I chant,

As we tumble through memory lane,

Babies bouncing, falling, laughter spilling,

Her Maroon shoes slipped on the grass,

We are big girls in our tiny world,

And every fallen doll is a challenge to recover.

Whistleblowing cut through our play,

An angry voice, a siren of authority

“Stop, stop, stop! Girls, you are in big trouble!”

And in the snapshot of my mischief,

A very cheeky three-year-old,

In a red dress and wellies,

Eyes sparkling with rebellion.