Today, I’m joining up with Story of My Life.
Today’s question: Day 31, Friday: A vivid memory
I have a few vivid memories from when I was a child – going back to I guess before I was three.
I remember sitting on my great Memere’s lap (she was bouncing me on her lap) sitting outside my grandparents barn.
I remember sitting in my grandparents sugarhouse.
I remember walking in my grandparents barn with the cows.
This is probably the most vivid, because it was probably the most traumatic (for a little one). My grandparents use to own a farm and would partake in maple sugaring in the spring (it’s Vermont, I think most farmers did/do). I remember being in the woods collecting sap from the buckets (they used the tin buckets back then on the trees). They (my uncle, mom and I think my pepere) were collecting the sap. They would take the sap from the buckets and dump it into a tank on this wagon (I’m presuming being pulled by a tractor). Well, the tractor took off and I either fell off the wagon or was already off the wagon. I remember seeing them start moving away and I just started screaming and my uncle came and picked me up and brought me back.
Aww, how sweet the uncle is you might be thinking… I also remember him making me kiss the fish when he’d take me fishing.
What’s some of your earliest memories?
Have a great weekend!