My Cognitive Birthday
i.e. My first life experience that became worthy of mentally filing away and cataloguing.
I have a vivid image in my mind of an event that occurred when I was 3 years old. I remember standing in the kitchen of the house we lived in at the time. I can see the room, hear the activity, smell the smells. It was almost lunchtime and my mother was standing at the stove frying potatoes as part of the lunch meal. Whatever I had been doing, I stopped doing it. I noticed that my mother was crying as she was slowing turning the potatoes in the pan. I was curious. My mother was crying and it affected me in some way. I stood beside her and asked her why she was crying. She said she was crying because a good man was shot and had just died. That's it. That's all I remember. The date was November 22nd, 1963.
(Written Oct.19, 2013)