My oldest memory is something that happened a number of times. That is probably why it stuck in my memory all this time. I am in my early 50s now, but I remember being back in my crib, somewhere around the age of 2-3, in the middle of the night, in my sleeper thingy with feet on it. I would be standing up holding the top cross bar on the side of the crib, swaying back and forth, chanting "Mommy, Daddy, I want wawa", over and over again, until one of my parents would come and bring me water. This happened on a frequent basis, so it is engraved on my memory.
Another old memory from that far back is of a spooky night mare I had on a number of occasions back then. There was a spooky horse in the night mare, and spooky night scenes.
I have a few dim memories of doctor visits from around that time, too.
I also have some dim memories of nursery school, and of the house we lived in until I was almost 5. I also remember a neighbor from across the street there, who occasionally baby sat me at her house. She had two boys somewhat older than me, who were in school already. I would sometimes play with their toys, including the Mouse Trap game, although there was no one to play with. Their mother's name was Lilian, but I couldn't handle it at that young age, so I called her Lala. She and her family moved back to Norway decades ago, but she and my mother wrote a couple of times a year until my mother died. I tried writing her after my mother died to let her know, but my letter came back undelivered. Apparently there was either something wrong with the address in my mother's address book, or they had moved, or Lala had passed away. I do know that she and her husband had health problems in the last few years that my mother wrote to them.
I also remember a neighbor diagonally behind us, who kept bees, and the lot right behind us, and next to the bee keeper was undeveloped, so the bees got a lot of pollen and nectar from the wild flowers growing there. I remember the wasps that kept making nests in the porch eaves, and also tried to make nests in the dog house. Neither the dog, nor I liked the wasps. I remember we occasionally used the fireplace at that house, and toasted marshmallows there. I can remember the basement. Part of it was a workshop, and the other part had the laundry, and some unused room, until that part was turned into a recroom. My father put some large black and white patterned tile or linoleum down in that area, with some seating and a second black and white TV. I remember watching cartoons, like Felix the Cat, and bugs bunny down there. I remember we had orange sofas up in the living room and I remember sitting or lying on them with my sister once when we had a stomach virus.
I have a lot of early memories. Unfortunately, my school memories were all bad, so I won't go there.
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