I am amazed by – and slightly skeptical of – people with crystal-clear memories of their childhood. When I read memoirs featuring incredibly detailed stories from when the author was four, five, six years old, it always makes me question the veracity of the tale. It may be a harsh judgment on my part, but my mind is so vague on so much from when I was little that it seems impossible anyone could remember every detail.
Today’s Wayback Wednesday picture is a good example of this lack of recall. I have the haziest of memories of chasing chickens around my back yard, but I know nothing of when or why. I can only put the things I do know in order and draw conclusions:
- We didn’t have pets growing up until we found a kitten on vacation the summer before my senior year in high school, so the chickens I chased were not ours.
- I look like I’m maybe three or four in this picture, so it’s 1974 or 1975.
- I’m in our next-door neighbors’ yard in this photo, so maybe the chickens were theirs. Why they would have had them, I’ve got no clue. We lived in a regular small-city neighborhood, not anywhere that one would expect farm animals.
- Finally, despite remembering chickens, this picture most definitely features a rooster. And just one.
So, that’s all I’ve got. I could probably make up a nice memoir-esque story from those details – and if I did, you can bet it would culminate in the neighborhood enjoying a fried chicken dinner – but that would defeat the purpose of the memoir genre, no?
Do you have photos from your past that you’re willing to share – and a blog to post them on? Play along with Wayback Wednesday by linking back to this post or sharing in the comments so we can snoop into your past, too!