It’s Day Four of the 31 Day Blog Challenge and today is an opportunity to share my earliest memory with you.

My earliest memory comes from when I was three years old. All I clearly remember is standing behind a door peeking out through the crack between the hinges. There is a police officer and I’m certain that I am about to be arrested. I know I’m very scared.

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It was years later that I learned the story of that day and had the context to explain what was happening. At that time, my little sister was just a baby. My mom says that she had to go upstairs… something about dripping water and my older siblings. She left my little sister asleep downstairs. I was there playing. In the very short time my mom was upstairs, three-year-old little me decided that my baby sister would like a sip of water. As a baby of just a

In the very short time my mom was upstairs, three-year-old little me decided that my baby sister would like a sip of water. As a baby of just a couple weeks, my sister was unable to properly swallow the water from my sippy cup and she nearly drowned. She stopped breathing for a bit and had to be revived, so my sister… who is quite alive and healthy now… like to tell everyone I killed her as a baby. 😛

In the craziness that followed, our house filled with paramedics and police officers. I was certain I was going to be taken away for killing my sister. The police officer (turns out it was a female, but I didn’t remember that detail) was trying to comfort and console me. Obviously, Mom was a bit preoccupied with her other child being near death.

It’s amazing to me how those traumatic memories stick with you. I still feel that memory with a touch of that childhood fear even though I now know what was happening.

What is your earliest memory?

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