Margies first memories…

Margie was only about 18 months old and walking… Like most children she was curious and excited with the ability to walk… though her language skills would not progress as quickly…

Margies first memory was around this age, though there are ghosts of memories before this, that can not be confirmed…

Margie was standing up and had put her hands on the front of a cabinet… 

All of a sudden she was hit from behind with an old fashion long handle hair brush… the brush broke instantly…

The person welding the brush became enraged and grabbed Margie and shook her violently…

Life would never be the same for Margie, as something that terrible day broke inside her skull… 

Her fragile growing brain bounced around inside the soft skull of that toddler and that moment in time became frozen in her mind… she made a memory… her mind took a video of the incident, though she did not understand it at that time… She was after all, only a baby…

This memory was the beginning of a long journey that involved violence at the hands of her mother… The memory still vivid 62 years later…

I don’t know what Margie did to be hit so violently, but she learned quickly that the woman she called mommy hated her from that time on…

You see, the hair brush had been a gift from her father… The man who had little to do with her raising or up-bringing… Yet she valued that hairbrush more than she valued the life she had brought into this world…

Life would never be the same for Margie after that day… It was a pre-cursor to the violence yet to come…

My mind goes back to that moment in time and sees what the child sees… she is hated, because her mother broke the valued hairbrush on her…

Times Up #MeToo

I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...