The First Memory

The carpet was pink.  

He wanted me to take my clothes off.  

He wanted me to put something on.  

My bed was like a doll-house.

We were alone.

It was night.

The color purple, like Barney colored purple, was somewhere.

My mom came in.

She was yelling at me.

Her face was contorted in rage.

Author's Note

This is literally the first memory I have. I remember pictures--still-shots in my brain are all I have to go on, hence the choppiness.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

hmm, deep, dark and disturbing....heck of a first memory!