03-05-2013, 05:20 PM
Interesting question. My early childhood memories are for the most part quite foggy, but I would say one of the oldest would be when I was also ~2.5 to 3 years old. I remember my mother had brought me over at her friend's house and the woman was showing me a small wicker cabinet inside which where hung a couple of things, amongst them a small purple bird plushie. I remember being very fascinated by that object, touching it and her handing it to me as a gift. I remember I had it for a while after that in my bedroom, although today I'm not sure what happened to it.
Another memory around the same period was me being taken to the hospital - my mother's (same) friend had a cat and I've been told I wanted to pat it very much. Apparently, I chased it around the house until it was cornered. When I bent to pat it, the cat jumped in my face and cut me with its claws. I do not remember the incident but I remember being in the hospital; I was very scared because I was put on a bed and people were holding me down. I remember feeling desperation and crying as I did not understand what was happening. The doctor put a white sheet of paper on my upper body with a hole for my face, before leaning over me and looking at the cut I had in the middle of my forehead. I do not remember the rest but I still have the scar. This incident did not affect my love for cats; they're amazing and I love them very much
Another memory around the same period was me being taken to the hospital - my mother's (same) friend had a cat and I've been told I wanted to pat it very much. Apparently, I chased it around the house until it was cornered. When I bent to pat it, the cat jumped in my face and cut me with its claws. I do not remember the incident but I remember being in the hospital; I was very scared because I was put on a bed and people were holding me down. I remember feeling desperation and crying as I did not understand what was happening. The doctor put a white sheet of paper on my upper body with a hole for my face, before leaning over me and looking at the cut I had in the middle of my forehead. I do not remember the rest but I still have the scar. This incident did not affect my love for cats; they're amazing and I love them very much
