The earliest childhood memory I have is when my binky got a hole in it. I was three and walking around the counter when all of a sudden I got a foul taste in my mouth. I took the binky out of my mouth, horrified to see a huge hole on the top of it. My mom refused to get me a new one. I later learned that she cut a hole in order to force me to stop using itapparently three year olds dont used binkies. I was wearing a jean dress and carrying my white blanket. I sobbed for hours to the point where I got a terrible headache. I think I remember this so vividly due to the range of senses I experienced.
