It’s funny. I feel as though I ‘ve done this exercise one before. I actually, most recently had to recall my earliest memory writing my statement of intent as I was applying to grad school. I wrote something along the lines of the following.
“In my earliest memory, I lay on the floor. My face pressed against the cold concrete floor. I see across the room my mother picking up items off the floor. She looks over at me and scolds, “Angela, don’t sleep on the floor! It’s so dirty.”
I pick myself off the floor and move myself to a new napping place.
A solid ground. A flat surface. A cool surface. I enjoyed these qualities of the space my mother and father made our home. I could not see the difference. All I know was the floor was dirty.
outsidetheguidelines2014 