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I was actually contemplating this topic not too long ago and thinking of writing a post about it. How fortuitous that The Daily Post made me follow through with this.
My earliest memory is of my youngest brother falling off of the changing table and breaking his leg. Neat, huh?
See, I was 4 years old at the time. My mother had put my brother on the changing table, but needed to go get something before she could change him (I can’t remember what). She asked me if I would hold my brother on the table so she could go get whatever she needed. I did.
When my mother returned, I headed out of the room. I was halfway through the bedroom door when I turned and looked back into the room. I have no idea what made me look back. But nevertheless I turned in time to see my mother standing there fiddling with whatever it was she had gone to get while my brother rolled right off the changing table.
My brother hit the floor and immediately began to wail. My mother dropped what was in her hands, threw them up in the air, and shouted, “I BROKE MY BABY!”
My brother, who was only a few months old at the time, ended up in a body cast. Evidently they didn’t want him moving his leg at all so they mummified him. I can only imagine how much fun it was for my mom to change his diaper after that.
This isn’t him, but this picture is pretty much what he looked like afterward. (Photo courtesy of judysturman.typepad.com)
Anyhow, that, dearest reader, is my earliest recollection. What’s yours?
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That’s a bit traumatic, huh? For your mom especially. Well, and little bro, too, I imagine. Keep up the great writing! And, thanks for highlighting my post!
Well, he doesn’t remember it. And my mom laughs about it now.
Gee whiz! I wasn’t sure whether to click “like” or not. I mean it was well written and interesting, but who “likes” to hear about a baby breaking his leg? I finally decided to click “like” because it was a well written story, not because your little brother broke his leg… although, I have to say, I did get a mental picture of your mom throwing her arms up in the air as she screamed, “I broke my baby!” and in a sick sort of way, I found it amusing.
Many blessings,
Cheryl
Haha. We laugh about it now. But I don’t know what it was like for her then. I was only 4…I don’t even remember how I felt about it.
Wow! Your memories are far from boring, buddy!
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Young mothers are so trusting leaving their children in the care of the older siblings. Been there done that. My earliest memory is when my mother opened the draft notice for my brother. She started crying on the floor and my sister and I were just sitting there wondering what the heck is going on. I was 2.
I imagine that was quite traumatic. I hate knowing my kids war going to war.
My son is 17 and I had recruiters calling all Summer long. He’s not even of age!
Wow. I musta been half asleep when I typed that. Ugh. Yeah, they don’t care. They’ll bug them forever and keep calling. They did my brother the same way when he turned 18.
So scary! I still remember every time one of my little siblings got injured, with more clarity than my own injuries.
I’m glad you’re able to laugh about it now… a baby in a cast seems so sad!
I don’t really remember him in the cast, but we have pictures of it. But we laugh at all of our childhood injuries now. We’re okay, so it’s okay to laugh about them.
I.pulled my sister out of her crib. I was 23 months, she was 10 months. We scared the Shit out of mom and dad bc the thump was so loud. No broken bones though. and then the crib went away.
Hahaha. Oops!
When I was a kid (and this is far from my actual first memory) my youngest sister was swinging on our swing set in the back yard. I had earlier rehung the swings so that they were high up. It made it a challenge to get in and out of them. My sister had figured out how to get into them, but on this particular day she had slipped out of it backwards and was caught by her legs on the chains. She was crying to be freed and I just stood there and laughed at her and then went and got my dad to free her. He yelled at me, but I just enjoyed watching my sister cry. Damn, I used to be mean to her. I should probably call her up and and apologize lol.
Wow…that’s pretty harsh…but kinda funny, too.
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