One of my earliest memories is one that my parents don’t understand how I could remember as I was only 3 years old at the time. But it is a memory that is vivid in my mind.
My paternal grandparents lived in L’Anse aux Cousins, near Gaspe Quebec. We would visit there every summer until I was 17 – I stopped going every summer once I started college as I was working in the summer.
My grandparents liked to take us around to visit relatives, and on the occasion that I remember, we went across the river to visit an aunt.
When I described my memory to my parents, they were both confused as this aunt had died when I was about 6 years old. I remember that it was the summer (just before my brother was born) and we were playing in this aunt’s yard, rolling down the hill and having a really fun time. The river was at the end of her backyard, and we were sure not to go near it.
I remember what the house looked like on the outside, and the backyard, and what we were doing. My parents did recall going to visit this house but cannot believe that I remembered it due to my age at the time.
I have a very good memory – I remember whole conversations with friends from back in high school, I remember (unfortunately) arguments with my ex, almost word for word, and I remember so many other things, both good and bad, in my life. And before cell phones became a thing, I remembered all of my friends’ home phone numbers too.
It’s amazing what the mind can do isn’t it!