31 Day Blog Challenge: Earliest Childhood Memory

This topic is kinda tough for me. Not because I don’t have many memories from my childhood, it’s actually the exact opposite. I remember a lot from my childhood. I feel like maybe some of these memories may have just been from people telling me stories about things that happened during my childhood, because from what I understand, real memories don’t actually start forming until you’re around 5 years of age. But I swear I remember things from before then.

Anyway, one of the earliest “memories” I have is the day my sisters were born. I feel like there is no way I actually remember this stuff because I was only a year and a half old when they were born, but I have two images in my head that I can see with perfect clarity even though physical photographs of these moments don’t actually exist, so I have no idea where these are coming from.

The first image is of my grandma, who is holding one and a half year old me, and my grandpa standing outside of church. I guess this had to have been after the service because everyone is talking and laughing and the pastor is there. Everyone seems very happy. I can only assume that’s because my sisters have been born or are on their way.

The second image is at the hospital. My grandma and grandpa aren’t there anymore. I guess they are with my mom, dad, and new baby sisters. My great aunt and uncle (Auntie and Uncle Pa) are there, though. I’m playing with a little boy who is around my age. We had been toddling around in a hallway (for some reason this hallway is dark) and now we are hiding behind a vending machine. I think we are waiting for someone to find us.


Obviously this photo isn’t from the day my sisters were born, but it’s the oldest photo I have of us three (and our dad) together.

Another memory that stands out to me is watching a space shuttle launch with my grandma and grandpa. I spent a lot of time at their house as a small child after my sisters were born. My dad was an overnight truck driver, so he wasn’t home very much, and dealing with three very small kids by herself was really hard on my mom, so I spent a lot of time with my grandparents.

Anyway, I had to have been around 4 or 5 when this happened. My grandparents and I were watching the space shuttle launch on some news channel. My grandpa and I were sitting on “his chair” eating a bowl of pop corn, and my grandma was sitting right next to us in “her chair”. A few minutes after the rocket had launched my grandpa carried me outside.

They lived on a small farm in a more rural part of Illinois so we could see about a billion stars in the clear summer sky. I remember the smell of wet grass, cows, and corn. Not exactly glamorous, but those smells always remind me of home.

“Look, Ashley! There it goes!” I looked up towards where he was pointing, and there it was! It just looked like a star that was moving really fast, but I’ll still never forget it. I think this may be one of my favorite childhood memories. My grandpa got pancreatic cancer and died when I was 8, so I don’t have very many memories of him, so the ones I do have, particularly this one, are super special.


Unfortunately I don’t have many photos of my grandpa. My grandma does but I didn’t want to upset her by asking for one, so this one will have to do. From left to right; me, my sister Sarah, my sister Jessica, my brother Noah, my grandpa, and my grandma.

I’m not kidding when I say I could go on and on and on, but I think those two are sufficient. 🙂

What’s your earliest childhood memory?

I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday!




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