Memory From My Early Childhood
I have a few very early childhood memories. I grew up in Chicago on Greenbay Avenue right in front of the Marblehead Lime Company. Anyone who grew up there will remember the days when everything was coated in a film of white powder. It’s probably why I have asthma now that I think about it. That’s not a very good memory, let’s skip that.
One thing that I remember very fondly was my transistor radio. In my mind, I think it was in a white leather case, much like this brown one here.
My Transistor Radio
I LOVED that thing. I was probably 4 or 5 years old when I had it. It was my most prized possession, other than my dolls probably. I was the kind of kid that could play in my room alone for hours. That radio was my go to comfort in the evenings or at nap time. I remember pulling up the antenna and turning the dial to find whatever I wanted to listen to. I remember listening to baseball games, music, and stories read over the radio. I think that was my favorite. I listened to funny stories, adventure stories, and I even liked to listen to scary stories! My older brother would listen to the scary stories with me sometimes. He had his own transistor radio, but it was fun to listen together.
I was reading by 3 years old (I went to school with my older brother because my mom was a teacher aide, so I learned to read with him). So listening to stories was just an extension of reading for me I think. I still love to read and I still love to listen to stories while I am busy creating things (crochet, painting or otherwise crafting). I just got an Audible account on my kindle and I love listening to the stories.
What is your earliest memory? Let me know in the comments!
Peace!
You write so holentsy about this. Thanks for sharing!