My earliest memory

August 6, 2013

Aged just two, being strapped into an aeroplane seat for the first time in my life was evidently a significant experience. I’m not sure if I was afraid or excited – most likely a combination of the two – but I have no recollection of the destination, only how we got there.


** this is my submission to the WordPress weekly writing challenge, in which we’ve been encouraged to write every day, for practice. The topic is ‘I Remember’, which is why I’ve written about my earliest memory. The problem is, I already write every day for this blog so I feel a bit of a fraud taking part in the challenge this week. Oh well, it’s all good practice!


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