Bloganuary today asks us to recall our earliest memory. This is a tough one because it is challenging to unravel the faculties with which I recall my early days. My cognitive function can regale you with stories of others’ memories of my first years. Some old Brownie snapshots have captured one or two images of my toddlerhood. Certain olfactory sensations – oranges, grass clippings, menthol – trigger something from the primordial depths of my being, as does the sound of the long blast of a ship’s deep throaty horn.
But the image that comes to mind is the enthralling sight and feel of a tomato plant. They grew in the raised front yard of the Semaphore flats we lived in. One morning, my three-year-old self delighted in plucking some ripe tomatoes and chucking them over the fence so they landed on the Esplanade footpath below. Apparently, I managed to decorate some poor lady’s Sunday best hat! I have no recall of the aftermath.
Whether this anecdote represents my earliest memory via lasting primary sensation or secondary oral sources – I like it and own it! They didn’t call me Dennis the Menace for nothing!
Wondering Pilgrim 
Great memory! You now reminded me of another one of mine. I used to pick the GREEN, unripe, tomatoes from the garden and my great grandmother got so mad, she used to chase me!! Ha-ha, good times!
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Ah yes, nothing like a tomato, ripe or otherwise, to evoke memories of goods times!
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Yes, our memories go with sound and smell.
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Particularly smell – it’s amazing what memories awaken when I walk past some “not so everyday” vapor!
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Ha Ha. Reminds me of my brothers chucking apples at the neighbors across back yards in my younger years. I was the younger sister tagging along and was a bit nervous about it!
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Ah – I had the advantage, as the first-born, of being the one who would lead my siblings astray!
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I was the baby of a family of 6, so I know your kind. Lol
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