Day 4: My Earliest Childhood Memory

The older I get the harder it is to remember that far back but I have one very distinct memory.

I don't know exactly how old I was but I do know it was terrifying.

The family was spending the day on Vashon Island at my God Parents family home.
We were down exploring the beach along the Puget Sound, wading in the water, looking for crabs and starfish.

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I don't think I was at it long when a crab found me.
I must have screamed bloody murder.
I remember being swooped up by my mom. 
I remember her running me up the stairs from the beach to the house.
It was a really long flight of stairs.
Scared moms with bleeding kids run really fast. 
I remember there being a lot of blood. 

A lot of blood.

Who knew a big toe could bleed so much.

I don't know how big the crab was that nailed me that day but I do know that they have sharp pincers.

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Sharp!

So much blood. I just remember all the blood covering Tom and Barb's sink and vanity in the bathroom.

I think a solid bandage fixed me right up. 

So that's my gruesome earliest childhood memory.

I'm not surprised that the earliest memory is traumatic.
Trauma imprints something on our brains that reminds you 'next time you go wading in the water looking for crabs, keep your darn shoes on'

Safe to say it was a long time before I put my feet back in the water.

That all being said, I do love a crab dinner. They are delicious. Especially when you pull them out and boil them right on the beach.

Just watch your toes when you're wading in the Sound.

xoxo
C.