I remember two things from first grade (which was my initial exposure to formal education since our school district didn’t offer kindergarten):
- being the only boy who wore shorts the first day of school; and
- losing my Mickey Mouse watch on the playground (or it may have been Donald Duck, I’m not sure).
Everything else is a blur.
The first was a source of embarrassment, which is ironic considering my year-round Colorado uniform these days is shorts and sandals. I got over the embarrassing thing. The second memory was traumatic as well. That watch was so cool. Losing it meant my world had come to an end at an early age, or so I thought.
So, you might be thinking, what’s the big deal? I survived. Yes, I did, although that doesn’t mean there wasn’t deep scaring. But probably not.
The big deal is this: you can’t trust your memory. The danger lies in not being mindful of that fact. Continue reading Memories are iffy. Take good notes.