What is your earliest childhood memory and why has it stuck with you?
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I chose this prompt because it's something I can put in words easily.
There is a moment in my childhood that I'll carry with me forever.
I still can recall it. I was three years old, and by that time my father was an alcoholic. My sister was just a few months old. He was drunk, and he decided to go to a neighbor's house. Part of the scene maybe are blurry, but I do remember the important parts. He just took my sister in one of his arms, and me by the hand.
There was like a hill kind of mound, or something like that, and he climbed it with us. when we were up to it, he slipped and we fell. I remember this barbed wire, I remember my sister crying, and the blood.
With the wire, I got a big wound on the left side of my chest. Obviously, I cried a lot, and my mom fought with my dad over all the mess he caused. She wanted to take me to the doctor because I was needing stitches for the wound. However, I don't know why, but I refused. And I was that firmed in my position for a three-year-old-girl, that my mom didn't take me. Instead, she cured me with aloe vera. In my mind, there's still the moment she put that aloe crystal on my chest, and I hated the feeling, the pain and the itch. It was horrible, but it healed eventually.
I think this memory got stuck with me till today because I have to see the scar on my chest every time I get naked. It also got my self-esteem low because I knew that that scar will last forever, and because I'll always have the memory that my dad was once an alcoholic.
Besides, I don't have many good memories with my dad because he was absent most of the time during my childhood. Most of the time, when I was supposed to spend time with him, I spent it with my grandparents because my mom and him got separated when I was just five.
Well, that's one of the earliest memories in my life. For obvious reasons, I cannot show you my scar.