Thank you for sharing. In my case, all this is absolutely true. My first memory, at three years old, was when a pane of glass fell on my little face, scarring my nose for ever. What is amazing is how much I remember about this event. I was on the living room table playing the taxi driver in front of a glass cabinet. My two older sisters were coloring some drawings in a corner and they invited me to join them. I didn't want to; I was a boy, my job was to drive. In the next following minutes, I remember a pane of glass falling on my face. However, what made me cry wasn't the pain, but seeing all the blood pouring off my face.
When I think about it, this article's quote:
For the memory of my brother’s birth, I have to understand the meanings of concepts like “hospital” and “brother.”
stands false in my case. I remember I was doing the "I'm moving the wheel" movement. And I remember I would stop from time to time to embark and disembark clients. Did I really understand the concept of "taxi driver"? Heck, did I even understand the concept of "driving", or was I simply imitating what I'd see around me? Then, eventually, I would grow up to understand those concepts and make the connections with my memories?
Memories are a captivating phenomenon IMO. Are they linked with our intelligence? Can we even be sure about the integrity of any of them?
Thank you for sharing. In my case, all this is absolutely true. My first memory, at three years old, was when a pane of glass fell on my little face, scarring my nose for ever. What is amazing is how much I remember about this event. I was on the living room table playing the taxi driver in front of a glass cabinet. My two older sisters were coloring some drawings in a corner and they invited me to join them. I didn't want to; I was a boy, my job was to drive. In the next following minutes, I remember a pane of glass falling on my face. However, what made me cry wasn't the pain, but seeing all the blood pouring off my face.
When I think about it, this article's quote:
stands false in my case. I remember I was doing the "I'm moving the wheel" movement. And I remember I would stop from time to time to embark and disembark clients. Did I really understand the concept of "taxi driver"? Heck, did I even understand the concept of "driving", or was I simply imitating what I'd see around me? Then, eventually, I would grow up to understand those concepts and make the connections with my memories?
Memories are a captivating phenomenon IMO. Are they linked with our intelligence? Can we even be sure about the integrity of any of them?