i think i should try to remember the most interesting things about each year of my life.
let’s start with age 0. um, what did i do at age 0? there are only objects, no memories that i can think of. i wonder why we can’t remember much from when we were young? (actually maybe i should concentrate on figuring out why i can’t remember things from, say, yesterday, or even an hour ago–what was that episode of becker about? what colors should people with dark skin wear? which books did i check out from the library? what room do i live in again?)
instead i have the manufactured memories of pictures and objects, and some memories i borrowed from my parents. like a certain towel i keep at school which i used when i was little. or a certain green stuffed turtle (where did it go?) that i always played with, or at least that’s what the picture says. and of course, the time i fell asleep while eating and whacked my head on the countertop. (never was good at that eating stuff. especially turkey.)
i’m not even sure where i was born, not that i’m supposed to remember that from being 0, only from my birth certificate. so where was i born? answer–oh wait i forgot. last time i saw my birth certificate was only a month ago, too. i think it was some public hospital near beverly hills actually. for some reason, i used to think it was orange county. not really sure why either.
stupid implanted memories.
next time, age 1.