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I came across this idea while visiting BBC4 website, the Memory Experience, a Journey of Self-Discovery
I started writing and this is what I came up with, slightly modified.
I must have been around three. Maybe less. It’s a hot summer day. Everything is bathing in a lovely yellow light. I think we are in Normandy, in our summer house, which was then the place where we lived. The setting is some sort of family reunion. I have been given a small toy suitcase full of sweets. I am ecstatic. I can still see the suitcase with all its details. The suitcase is light brown on the outside and the inside has little flowers. The inside feels like paper and the outside like leather, or at least with the same sort of texture as leather, although it probably was not. For some reason, I cannot see the sweets themselves. And although I can hear the humming of people’s voices in the room, I can’t see them. I am all alone with my suitcase.
This is pretty puzzling to me because I always think of myself as someone who relies more on audition than vision. It turns out in this very early memory, that I remember quite a lot of visual and tactile details when the auditive details are completely blurred.
I am almost disappointed not remembering what those sweets tasted like. But I can feel the paper that wrapped them.
- The photo dates from 1947 but has nothing to do with this early memory. Unfortunately, my toy suitcase has not survived moving from Deauville to Paris, and then from my parents’ flat to mine.
- The French recording is not too good, but my laptop insists on being noisy this evening.