6/29/09 09:46 pm - Writer's Block: Childhood Firsts
Writer's Block: What was your first word?
This is one of those odd situations where I remember my mother telling me this story, I remember it vividly, yet the next time I spoke to her about it, she acted like it was a new story to her. Well, obviously I don't remember it, so if I think this is the truth, then she must have told me at some point. I would swear up and down that it is the truth that my first word was my brother's name. It makes some sense, his name is relatively easy syllables, OOO-EEEEE, and I did adore him as a child, and he was an attentive brother. Supposedly his favorite pastime when I was an infant was jumping back and forth over my cradle (much to my mothers dismay), and one of my most hated memories is when we came home from a car dealership and I was very happy with a balloon until I got too close to our garden roses, and it popped. I began wailing, which got him started and I stopped crying because I didn't want him to be upset. I still can't think of that without getting all mumblybottomed inside and I want to give little us a hug.
I also know that I had my own intricate language long before I could speak (well I guess Timber would argue that I still do). I played with my fingers like dolls, I would bob one little finger up and down at the other and make conversation sounds, using a different voice for each one. But when I chose to use some English, I swear I began with Louie.