Early Memories
Whenever I am asked what my earliest memories are, I have an interesting, almost 'mythical' one to note. Still to this day it seems like a dream, though I know it wasn't. I am not entirely sure what my first memory was, but there are a few i know are from that same era in my life, the late 90's, and are the earliest I can currently recall.
When I was about 3 years old, I had an undying love for butterflies and moths. My favourite past-time was to catch them harmlessly to observe up close before releasing them back into the wild. One night my dad decided to take me to a local sports field to see the moths gathered around the floodlights. As expected, there were swarms, and we spent some time admiring them. Before long, and to our surprise, a blimp touched down into the field from above.
We walked up to it, my dad carrying me in his arms. The next thing I know is that the operator of the blimp asked if I wanted to go for a short ride, while it was attached to the tether. I am an adventurous spirit, so of course I was eager to. From what I can remember, there was a square door opening up into the floor of the chamber inside. My dad boosted me up and through the door. I have a memory of looking down through the hole, as the blimp elevated ever so slightly, and suddenly starting to panic as my dad began to drift a little further away from me on the ground. I reached my hands out to him and cried a single time, and then I was put back into his arms again. They laughed and all was well.
This memory was crystalised into my core and I have never forgotten it. Even today, this remains the first and only time I have ever seen a blimp.
- Catching butterflies
- Museum visits
- Glow stars on the ceiling
