Gus

My Earliest Memory

My mother always told me I had the brain of a goldfish. I honestly think that's bullshit; I remember things like an elephant.

I'll give you an example. I remember something when I was only 2 years old.

My mother took me to a park in my red stroller. One of the wheels was squeaky, but mom always just ignored it. She took me to a blue bench and unstrapped me, then carried me over to the swings. My mother put me in the baby swings and began rocking me back and forth slowly. She turned around and saw a woman she knew. Excited, I recall, she ran over to the woman and gave her a hug, leaving me behind. I, being a curious young fella with little knowledge of the dangers of swings at the time, pried my legs out of the swing and stood up on it, only to collapse and land head-first onto the ground. I cried, of course, and my mother walked over to me and picked me up.

Note; she walked, didn't run.

My mother took me home, put some water on my wounded head, then put me in my crib. She then left me alone in my room and called her new lover. That's what I remember.

My mother has a different side, however. She says that the chain on the swing broke and I fell. Though I constantly tell her my side, she doesn't believe me.

But inside, she knows I'm right. I just wish she would admit it.