Time Capsule 1: First town

I was born October 19, 1987 at 3:39 PM. My mom had been laying linoleum floor earlier that day in the hopes that all of the physical exertion would help me come on. Mom then gave birth to me totally natural with no drugs  or anything, pretty darn cool.

The cool thing about being born is that you were kind of already alive in your mom's belly but then we had to go through the tunnel and then enter into this mysterious cavernous rock filled with other people that went through the tunnel. 

I had jet black hair and the first town I saw was Manchester, CT that's where I was born and that's where we lived for the first two years of the life. My first memory is being in my mom's arms and looking down the stairs at this basement with all these toys that belonged to my friend Erin who lived nearby. Must've been like 1 or something and I remembering seeing all the toys in the basement and thinking - this is a lot of toys, I wonder why they all have to live in a basement. I also remember being at Crane’s Candy Castle which was this pretty white house filled with candy and I remember looking at the class display area filled with all sorts of candy. And then getting some candy.

I also remember the weeping willows in the back of the house and there was a swing back there that I used to swing in. There is a photo of me in a puffy pink snowsuit thing sitting in the swing in the cold with my face very neutral which makes me wonder if I was always thinking. I mean we are all always thinking something, but I looked like I was thinking about something really important, even at age 1 in a swing in the snow. 

Every thought I have feels significant and like I should try to remember it - which sometimes feels impossible and exhausting. Still…

And I think when I was little I had this impending doom of - what if I'm not taking in everything this moment is given me and using every moment and every experience. I think I still have that thought pattern.

So mom and dad put me in the sun when I was a little baby for huge amounts of hours every day because my skin was yellow and the doctor said that sunlight would help it and so mom and dad think they did the sun marinating for probably longer than the doctor wanted. BUT it turned my hair blonde and I think it gave me a nice warm feeling. I think it's helpful to feel warm when you are a baby, new to the world.

I got to think real hard in the nice warm sun when I entered through the tunnel. I think it set me up for some nice long processing, ruminating, trying to remember everything. How lovely.