My earliest memory would have to be when I was about 6-7 years old. I remember that my parents had taken my brother and I to Sesame Place and we were waiting in line for one of the water rides. My parents and my brother were waiting in the line and I stepped out of the line to watch people coming down from the slide. I remember that I looked over to see where my parents were and I could not find them. I remember being pretty calm and I went upto to one of the ladies with a blue shirt on who worked there and I told her that I cannot find my mommy. She took me to the lost and found where I was playing with legos and waiting for my parents. My parents finally came to get me and my mom was crying her eyes out. She thought someone had kidnapped me.
I think my personality has drastically changed from when I was about 6-7. I am definitely not as calm as I used to be. I am always the first person to freak out if there is ever a panic in the house.
I remember doing something similar when I went to sesame place. There was this wading pool that I was too old go on, but all my sister was able to go in it, and so i followed her. Then one of the workers told me to leave, so I did but I had to leave out the exit side and my parents were waiting at the entrance. So when I got out, I had no idea where to go, and I am mostly sure I pretty much just sat down, right were I was and waited for my parents to come get me. I definitely changed because a few years later when I got lost in NYC, i was hugging a pole and started crying. I was completely panicking.
this is a much more complete memory. mine was much more of an impression or immage that has stuck with me. Then again mine was from a much earlier age. I wonder if memory duration expands with age?
This reminds me of s similar experience in a target when i was probably just 4. I always used to hide in the clothing racks at target. Your memory is far more detain than my recollection of getting lost from my mother.
In relation to the momory I could recall sitting in a comfortable chair, yours shows a much more logical reason for having remembored. As we learned in lecture, tramatic evens hold a special place on our hard drive. My memory however, was not at all tramatic, but rather it was an exciting memory of a great vaccation with my dad's side of the familly.
