Description Saturday: #1

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I’m starting something new today!  Y’all better tell me what you think after you read this post.  I came up with a hundred writing prompts about myself (not really but sorta).  Each Saturday if you enjoy this, I’ll write about myself in the third person.  In other words, I’ll write like it’s not me.  Today’s prompt is….

Describe one of your earliest childhood memories.

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A little girl with strawberry blonde hair and hazel green eyes gripped her father’s hand in quiet excitement.  She had already been hushed once as they walked down the hospital walkways.  Her two older brothers walked next to her; Thomas and Peter were holding hands as well.

Today, they were going to see their newest little sister.  Rose had been born earlier that morning.  The little girl, known as Alma, looked up at her dad again.

“Is Mommy all right?  What does Rose look like?”

“You’ll find out,” her dad smiled.  Peter pushed her elbow.

“Alma, babies look like squished up red balls with eyes,” he hissed.  Being two and a half years older, Peter obviously knew what he was talking about.

“Be quite you two,” Thomas hushed them.  Poor Alma was concerned.  Did babies really look that bad?  Their dad stopped at a door and pushed it open.  Alma, Thomas, and Peter walked into the dimly lit room.  Their mom sat smiling on the bed.

Alma pulled her hand out of her dad’s and flew to her mother.  “Mommy, did they crack you open like an egg?  Are babies ugly?  Why did you have to come to the hospital?”

Her mother’s brown eyes smiled.  Instead of answering, she motioned next to her.  “Would you like to see your sister, Alma?”  Alma nodded her head quickly.  Her mom spoke to her dad.  “George, please pick Alma up and show her Rose.”

Alma was then picked up and showed the baby.  She was a red face wrapped in pink blankets.  The worst part was that she was in a plastic tub with wheels!
“Mommy, why do they put the baby in a plastic tub?”

“I don’t know…that’s just what they do…”

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After that my memory gets hazy.  That’s my earliest memory.  I was over two and a half when my younger sister, Rose, was born.  And some of the question I did really ask.

Did you enjoy it?  Should I continued this series?  What is your earliest memory?  Can you relate to an older sibling telling you something?

~~Amie~~

27 thoughts on “Description Saturday: #1

  1. I love it! You should definitely keep doing this. My earliest memory is related to my little sister Rose being born, too, but it’s me falling down and getting a goose egg on my forehead while staying at my Grandma’s. But I was staying there BECAUSE she was being born. 😁
    And, I love your new profile pic!

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  2. I loved it! My earliest memory was when I had just turned 3, a bit after my littlest sister was born. All I remember was she was in my mom’s lap and kicking me. I asked my mom why she was kicking me, and my mom said something like “she’s a baby, she can’t help it.” XD

    ~ Arabella (arabellaandmore.wordpress.com)

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    1. Haha! It’s so funny how everyone’s first memory seems to be around their younger sibling if they’re an older sibling. I just remember how worried I was that she would bae a squished red ball. XD

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  3. This is really neat! My earliest memory was a thanksgiving where it snowed. I remember making a snowman with my older siblings(Melody wasn’t born yet). I was about a year old! I can’t wait to see another prompt!

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  4. Aww, this was SO cute! What a great idea to do posts like this! My oldest memory is a very hazy memory of being on the beach at probably age 4 when we lived in FL. 🙂

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  5. Yes I liked it. Yes you should continue it. No I am the oldest my earliest memory was my 1st birthday party and a few days later opening stuff on Christmas.

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    1. Hmm, I finally meet an oldest. *Narrows eyes*. Do you happen to battle for your upper superior ground as the first child?????

      Haha, ignore that part. That’s really neat! I don’t remember my first birthday at all.

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