I’m participating in a February writing challenge. The goal is to write every day. Some days I plan to blog to prompt, on others I will work on larger ongoing projects.
But here it is, after ten pm day one and I am just now putting pen to paper, or rather, thumb to screen.
Today’s prompt is to write about a memory. One of my earliest was a visit to my grandmother’s house when I was four. My grandmother lived in Ireland and I only ever met her twice.
The first time we were very nearly involved in the Cuban Missile Crisis (not kidding). This time I was four and my memories from that time are tinged with the priorities of the very young.
I was terribly upset that I was not permitted to visit the mean rooster. I was traumatized after dropping a toy into the pen housing my aunt’s enormous snorting pigs. I was twitchy from the buzzing bees in my grandmother’s beautiful garden.
Funny that i remember it as a happy time with all these traumatic memories.
One of my strongest memories was an afternoon surrounded by my cousins, none of whom I’ve seen since, outside on a sunny day.
My grandmother had made cupcakes and given us each one. While I was unwrapping mine, I dropped it. Frosting side down. I was inconsolable. I remember that feeling inside my little four year old head, like it was the end of the world.
Then someone brought me a new cupcake. And everything was better.
And that was the day I learned that no matter how bad things seem, there is always a solution.
And I still believe that to this day.