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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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.
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