“Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don’t have film.”
I have a pretty strong memory. I can recall my early childhood days in vivid and colorful detail (so beware if you were mean to me back then. I ain’t forgotten nothin’ and I am comin’ after you!). Here’s a sprinkling of my early memories:
(1) A fine saturday morning when I was three. Amma had decided it was hair wash day and in a tam brahm household in the ’70s, that could only mean intense scrubbing with nallennai (sesame oil) and shikakai podi. Man, I can clearly see “mini me” in a little bright orange frilly frock crying and making the burning in my eyes worse. And the yucky taste of the shikakai, ugh!!
(2) Telling the kind looking teacher in 1st grade that my hand hurt and I just couldn’t go on with the writing that afternoon. Only to have the sadist hit my hand with a wooden ruler (ouch!) and say “now do you want to write?” and laugh like a tamil movie villi.
(3) In 2nd grade…, ok, too embarrassing to put in a public forum, so won’t share this one (no, not even with you).
(4) Sitting in a circle with my sister and cousins around Paati (grandma) during hot summer afternoons and waiting with an outstretched hand for my share of thayir sadam and manga thokku. Yum!!!
(5) Walking up and down Thatha’s (grandpa’s) back as he would lie face down for an afternoon siesta.
(6) Distributing cashew nuts and India flags to poor kids on the streets during patriotic holidays. Why cashews, you ask? As my sister would vehemently point out, those were not my favorites so I felt they were fair game to share with the world.
Ok, so those are a few of mine. What’s your earliest recall?