My Trails into the Past

The following is the start of the story of my life, written last year during a writing retreat. It is currently six pages long and tells my story up to about sixth grade. Below is the introduction. I do need to finish this and it shall be one of my 2024 goals. Early memories of our lives are hard to define. Do I remember that event or are the photos in a photo album defining my memory? My earliest memories are from my fifth year. I had scarlet fever while in kindergarten. Bits and pieces of memory about that time are the doctor coming to our house and nearly gagging me with that tongue depressor. I have hated that part of doctor’s appointments since. I think that our house was quarantined with a paper at the front door. I also remember my father bringing home Silly Putty, though I do not remember whether it was for this illness or another. But there are no other memories of the illness. When I returned to school, I had extra milk to drink from when I was away. Perhaps my parents ...