My First Memory: Age 3

I suppose if I'm going to write about myself, I may as well start at the very beginning.  Or at least the beginning I remember.  I was a pretty giggly and happy kid for the most part, growing up, but this memory I suppose I wasn't so happy or giggly.  I do know that I was three years old, and I remember that I was in the hospital.

I was getting my tonsils out.  So it's a good thing I was in the hospital!  My memories of the environment were vivid long enough that a few of the projections are still clear.  But it's only recently that I realize that those memories, while vivid, were not... accurate.  But not for the reasons you might think.

I remember the bathroom very well, and I recall getting up out of bed in the middle of the night to relieve myself.  Luckily I was potty trained and didn't wet the bed.  I did lots of embarrassing things in my life, but bed wetting wasn't one of them.  And bed wetting is no biggie anyway.  I remember wetting the bed when I was considerably older, because I was not sleeping in my bed at home, on a visit to Montreal.  I think the change of location did something to my brain.  I remember thinking it was strange, since it never really happened otherwise, but luckily I was secure and didn't make it mean anything, even if I did keep it to myself.  But I digress... The bathroom was huge!  At least in my mind it was huge.  And why wouldn't it be?  I was only 3 years old, not to mention hospital washrooms are pretty big to begin with.  Imagine the large swimming pool showers at your high school, and putting a sink and toilet at opposite ends of it.   It kind of felt like that.

You'd think I'd remember Ice Cream or Popsicles or something along those lines, but I have no recollection of that.  I do remember my parents bringing me a present while I was there.  Specifically, a Looney Tunes Road Runner bag.  It was orange, and somewhat flat.  Kind of like the reusable grocery bags when they are flat before you space them out.  Inside where a few toys, but the only one I remember was a glitter superball.  It was my first super ball, and I was amazed that it bounced with such energy, compared to the balls I knew which lost their bounce pretty quickly.  It had a slightly yellow tinge to it, and pink, blue and green glitter in it.  I wonder if my love orange is because of that bag.  I definitely still love superballs. Because who doesn't love superballs?

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