Long ago memories

For me the first memories are smells and textures. The smell of a magazine, the feel of the mosquito net. The fibre in the paster wall. At some time wall-paper was put on the wall, and Disney-like characters appeared. Later in formal shirt and shorts I appear in a photo waiting quayside for a flying Sunderland to New Zealand. And remembering the smell of the vomit-bags, to which in 1950 I had frequent recourse. A ten hour flight to Auckland, the plumes flung wide on takeoff and landing.

Then there is a musical,later, quite a lot later, when my mother under deep-ray treatment left me with an aunt, and we saw Annie Get your Gun, live, on stage. I think I had already seen the movie, so maybe I was 6 then. That's it, not many. The smell I cannot forget however. There are photos of me at 1 2 3 of which I have no memory at all, of course, so nothing before 3 except conceivably the mosquito net.
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Smells, and textures, quite. As with the aromas and soft smoothness of bicycle seats. We do so get it.
I do not have memories from being so young conversing all locked away i think. I have been told these memories can be retrieved, but reckon the brain shut them away for a reason.

In fact as life goes on i seem to automatically only remember what is useful at that time. I think maybe its a waste of brain space to remember so i seem to file them like a computer.laugh laugh

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@vkh you just wrote like a drunkard, 7am? Is my impression unjustified? Go back and make sense of your own words.
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