Joelle’s tales: First Thursday of the month #TMAT120 #writing #prompt for May

The start of a new month and challenge from Joelle.
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Welcome to May 4  Today’s prompt is:  Your earliest memory


My earliest memory is a door.
Not just any door, but a front door with three panels and a sideways oval window in the top one.
No-one in the family lived in a house with such a door, yet it was vivid in my mind.
I was three, and for years afterwards everyone thought it was just a figment of my imagination, something I had dreamed.
Some twenty years later my mother, sister and I were going through some old photographs, and there was the door of my memory.
Mum knew exactly where it was and who had lived there, an aunt I had only ‘met’ once before my uncle’s divorce when I was about five.
No-one remembers her though.



About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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1 Response to Joelle’s tales: First Thursday of the month #TMAT120 #writing #prompt for May

  1. floridaborne says:

    Thanks for the great post! And a perfect 120 words. 🙂

    I am so happy you were vindicated and have proof of your memory. No one remembers the aunt, but the door has regained a life of it’s own.

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