Flint & Steel Writing Prompt: Freewriting Friday
Earliest Memory of My School Days
Some of the best days of my life
Happy days & simpler times
One of my earliest memories is of my uncle carrying me high on his shoulders to school.
I would have been three years old at the time.
Back then the homes were pretty far apart.
Before the advent of canals, flooding was the norm.
My uncle, a mere ten years older than me, would roll up his pant leg and carry me up high (called jockeying), while I surveyed what appeared to be a vast sea around us.
It was such fun for me, and I suspect just as much for him.
I remember him bringing me to pre-school where my friend affectionately called “Pet” was also a student.
Pet is my best friend to this day.
I don't recall much about actually being in school.
Once I returned home I would lay on my belly in my smocking frock and write my heart out.
I can hear myself saying my name with a child’s lisp as I wrote until I was tired. (My mother corroborated this).
I like to think I was already fulfilling my destiny and perfecting my penmanship.
A fond memory indeed.
What is your first memory?
Pene Hodge is a mom, a nurse, a writer. She writes because she must. She loves people and is committed to sharing and gleaning knowledge for the betterment of all.
