Weekend Edition: Sipping Formula, Circa 1969
A first memory is not something that you stop and think about in order to recall. Rather, it is recalled when some external event triggers that memory, and then you have the presence of mind to file it away under "my first memory". Perhaps you've already filed away your cherished first memory, or maybe you need to sit in a chair all weekend thinking about licked vs. adhesive stamps until something jogs that memory.
...which brings us to the thought to ponder for the weekend:
What is your first memory?
The Supreme Aglet wishes to solicit his readers for their first memories, and then to choose from among the most interesting responses for future Fan Mail Friday on Tuesday, Wednesday Editions.
My first memory was one that caused some distress. I'd say I was barely two years old (if that), and I remember being in a bed next to my older brother, who I will refer to as Brother Aglet, or BA for short.
At that moment, we were both sipping formula from baby bottles, and after a few sips, he would wave his bottle in the air and loudly repeat over and over "I want more! I want more! I want more!..."
I remember taking all of my cues from BA, doing whatever he was doing, so I would also wave my bottle in the air and start calling out for more whenever he did.
I remember taking special notice of my brother's bottle, which had a 3D clown face on it, while my bottle was plain. This caused some distress, as I badly wanted a bottle like the one he had, but did not know how to express that desire. It also resulted in what was perhaps my first neural connection to the concept of heirarchy, which would later be reinforced frequently at the end of BA's swinging fist.
Nonetheless, the memory is generally a pleasant one. It is in the context of a world in which I was always seemingly cozied up in a bed and pampered by my mom.
Now that I'm bigger, although still less buff than BA, I have ways of side-stepping the heiarchical order that was literally pounded into me during my early years.
For example, I can go out and buy my own baby bottle with a clown face on it. Eat your heart out BA, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.
...which brings us to the thought to ponder for the weekend:
What is your first memory?
The Supreme Aglet wishes to solicit his readers for their first memories, and then to choose from among the most interesting responses for future Fan Mail Friday on Tuesday, Wednesday Editions.
My first memory was one that caused some distress. I'd say I was barely two years old (if that), and I remember being in a bed next to my older brother, who I will refer to as Brother Aglet, or BA for short.
At that moment, we were both sipping formula from baby bottles, and after a few sips, he would wave his bottle in the air and loudly repeat over and over "I want more! I want more! I want more!..."
I remember taking all of my cues from BA, doing whatever he was doing, so I would also wave my bottle in the air and start calling out for more whenever he did.
I remember taking special notice of my brother's bottle, which had a 3D clown face on it, while my bottle was plain. This caused some distress, as I badly wanted a bottle like the one he had, but did not know how to express that desire. It also resulted in what was perhaps my first neural connection to the concept of heirarchy, which would later be reinforced frequently at the end of BA's swinging fist.
Nonetheless, the memory is generally a pleasant one. It is in the context of a world in which I was always seemingly cozied up in a bed and pampered by my mom.
Now that I'm bigger, although still less buff than BA, I have ways of side-stepping the heiarchical order that was literally pounded into me during my early years.
For example, I can go out and buy my own baby bottle with a clown face on it. Eat your heart out BA, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.
posted by The Supreme Aglet at 7:30 AM
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