The day I got my SN.
Just kidding.
I love my first memory... because it was a funeral. Now I'm not kidding
But this in my mind has nothing to do with the fact that I now want to CTB. If my life wasn't struck by so much physical and mental trauma it would still be one of my favorites. It is kinda ironic now but.... Nevermind.
My neighbor died. I came down a little road holding my grandma by the hand and we watched the procession. I didn't have a clue what was it all about, I was 4. All I saw was people walking in a row. Everyone was quiet and the music of the marching band was beautifully melancholic. I was calm just like everyone else. I even remember that it was mid autumn because the sun was about to set in an hour or so and the atmosphere was a bit gloomy, the leaves barely hanging on the trees. I wasn't sad at all but this was some somber shit.
I remember when I got my first bicycle. On the way back home I held it like it was my baby.
Drumming on my pillow with two random pieces of wood to tunes that I loved was my key spare time activity for a while. My brother eventually got me real drumsticks.
Discovering music. I have clear recollections when I first heard a song that I've become enamoured to.
I collected stamps and I enjoyed organizing.
I took long drives with my new bicycle into nature, roaming around and being amazed by little things, bumping into snakes and fucking with them with a sticks. Childhood was the best.
School wasn't a happy time. There were moments, but mostly just anxiety.
I had a brief moment of enlightenment one time, reading Siddhartha by Herman Hesse below a tree. Just like the Buddha
A bit after I started smoking pot I got all into philosophy and theology and literature. And there I was, sitting below a young oak tree. Fresh springtime air. The sun on my skin. Birds are chirping, insects buzzing, a light breeze humming through the forest, moving the grass in front of me. And I'm reading about oneness and openness and soon I was gone. Nature took me home. And this stayed with me even to this day, this feeling that I once had in a way affected my entire belief system, I would say even changed my personality. For the better.
My wedding night should be mentioned. That was some otherwordly sex after the party. And a trip to a beautiful little town with my ex just before we got married. We sailed on a lake, climbed a pretty steep cliff while I was wearing slippers, ate excellent food, shopped like we have money, went to a jazz concert. Seven days of heaven.
After that, things went to shit. I have nothing. I don't form new memories.