The Pasta Theory of Memory & Your Personal Beginning of Time
by Dana Mackenzie
Jan 10, 2014
4 minutes
In the beginning, my mother is carrying me in her arms as she closes a screen door. I remember her humming as she walks along, and then she sits down on a bench that is surrounded by greenery. That’s all that is left of my earliest memory: screen door, humming, bench, plants. But the most vivid thing is the feeling of being carried. It’s a very comforting memory (although my mother says that I was a fretful baby).
This memory came to me in a dream when I was about 6 years old. The next morning I described the dream to my mother, who was surprised and said,
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