Elephants never forget (or forgive).January 16, 2013
When I was 2 or 3 years old, my parents took my older brother and I to a renaissance fair. It is actually one of my earliest memories. There was a log rolling contest that my brother won, but I don’t remember. There was jousting and sword play by knights in full armor, but I don’t remember that either.
What I do remember is riding on the back of an elephant. I remember it very clearly. If you have ever been on a horse, you are familiar with the up and down bouncing motion that riders experience. The elephant was entirely different. I remember it involved something more like swaying left and right of center as it moved.
It was exciting.
It was a unique.
It was absolutely terrifying.
Thinking about it now, I realize that many of my earliest memories are things that either shocked or frightened me (being attacked by a goose, choking on a hotdog, crashing my tricycle while being chased by a gorilla, etc…). Somehow, the more powerful emotions helped the experiences seat more firmly in my long-term memory.
I know that I had a wonderful early childhood filled with special, one-of-a-kind moments… I just can’t seem to actually recall them.