Can you pinpoint your very first memory from childhood?
Mine's all wrapped up with what I figure was the luckiest day of my life. I mention it because today is the 30th anniversary of that memory... and my brother's 29th birthday.
It was 1984 and I was almost 2 years old. What I remember vividly is being dragged down a long hospital corridor faster than my little feet could carry me, one arm stretched up and gripped tightly by my dad. He was clearly in a hurry. With my other chubby little arm I tried to keep hold of a plush toy that was almost as big as me. It was a white mouse dressed in a blue felt dressing gown and matching slippers that kept threatening to slide off its fuzzy feet. But I was singularly determined that this mouse should arrive at our destination in pristine condition because it was the gift I was about to present to my brand new baby brother.
To be perfectly honest I only remember the huge mouse - I have no recollection of actually seeing the baby. But what I do know is that there is absolute truth in what my mother has gently told us both a hundred times since that day. There is no one else who'll be there through it all, no one else who can ever know better what it's like to be you than the sibling you grow up with. It is a pretty amazing gift to be given a best friend for life and if I'd had my pick I couldn't have come up with a better one - my brother's pretty much the most fun person I know.
That's why I reckon I lucked out so big on August 7, 1984... and why I like telling the story of my first memory too... because as far as I can recall we've always been hanging around together.
photo credit: our Ma, Christmas 1986