Happy Monday everybody! In case you were wondering what happened to the weekly blog hop, I’m here to say it’s still around but the lovely bloggers running it have decided to do a monthly prompt from now on and I think it’s a great idea. 🙂
This month’s theme is your first memory.
I really wish this memory was a lovely, poetic piece of nostalgia, but it’s not. My first memory is a gross one and that’s because it has to do with puke and daycare. You might remember from a few of my posts how I’m terrified of being around anyone who is vomiting or about to vomit? And remember how I HATE throwing up myself even though it’s happened on occasion, particularly that time in math class? Well, this is how it all got started. They say what happens as a young child can really shape your future life and personality.
I’m not exactly sure how I old I was when the incident occurred, but let’s go with three. This daycare was at a woman’s house, and I remember it being filled with lots of kids all the time. I will say that this story makes it look like my parents sent us to one weird, gross place for childcare but I’m sure its way worse in my memory than it actually was in real life. The day of my first memory is very vivid, my only other memory of this daycare being the day I had a sticker stuck to my shoe and another girl told me it was her sticker. I had to give it back to her. But I made sure to point out that I hadn’t stolen it, it was just stuck to my shoe!
Anyway, this daycare lady must have had a son because someone much older than most of us was eating Twinkies on that fateful day. I watched as this kid shoved Twinkie after Twinkie into his mouth with awe and mild disgust. All of a sudden, standing in the kitchen, this kid started puking. And he wouldn’t stop! Or at least in my memory of the event. I recall the daycare lady shouting at all of us young kids in a frantic voice, yelling to grab buckets from the garage and bring them to the kitchen to catch all of this kid’s sick. I was horrified but never one to disobey, so I grabbed a bucket and threw it next to the kid like everyone else.
In my limited memory I see this boy now sitting on a chair throwing up into one bucket after another. We had made a semi-circle of empty ice cream buckets around him and for some reason he needed them all. In reality, he problem didn’t vomit enough to fill that many buckets but I still shudder at the thought and have since been scarred for life due to this one incident.
And that’s why I don’t eat Twinkies.
What’s your first memory? Join the blog hop or comment to share! And a special shout-out to reader and puke-hating buddy Erin J. because I know you will understand my pain!