Well i have another story to share quickly before i blog full sordid details of my 'holiday'.
I found out just before i left that i have a major repressed memory from my childhood and am wondering now how it has affected me now.
when i was in about year 5 or 6 (1975 or 76) i went on a school camp to the south,not sure exactly sure where but probably on the central coast somewhere. A boy from another school was digging in a sand dune and it collapsed on him. All us kids had to try and dig for him. The first thing that appeared was a purple arm, he had passed over. I dont know why but i have absolutely no recollection of this although i was there, definately. Apparently the aftermath was horrendous (of course).
I am dumbfounded that i do not remember this at all, though i have a twigging of memory and an image in my mind of a purple arm in the sand.
hmmmmm
how is this affecting me now.
cant know
(so much seems to be coming up lately for me, so much to deal with and remember)
12 comments:
Poor little Jen. We dont always have to 'deal' with old stuff, just to acknowledge and move on.
Obviously your little self chose not to remember this awful sight because it was just too awful for a child, or anyone, to see.
I think we have a booking for coffee this week do we not?
too awful is true.
we most certainly do have a booking, can you do thursday or friday??
..not friday but thursday is okay at this point in time........goldbergs? at 11??
thursday at 11 at goldies sounds perfect -assuming i dont get called into work. not very likely though. cant wait
Have to make it 12 ok?
okie dokie. see you then.
What an awful thing for a little girl to see. Anchell is right - acknowledge it and move on, if you can. Sending love...
Jac xXx
thats a biggy dear one- why has it come up now ? what triggered it ? and i am SO coming for coffee too............
glad you are coming lisa, i was talking to a friend since kindergarten and she talked about it for some reason. We have talked a thousand times since then and never has it been mentioned. Thats what i want to know, why now? hmmm still pondering....
Maybe it came now because you're better able to deasl with it, Jen. I don't think we will ever understand the utter depth of the human mind; it's too scary and overwhelming to consider, I think.
As a child who grew up near sand dunes, it was drilled into us that we must never, ever tunnel or dig in them, especially as ours were all being mined and there was trucks and heavy equipment as well as the danger of cave-ins.
I wish I could be there for coffee....... ;0(
So, how was the holiday.....you seem to have forgotten the details....??
I have also had repressed memories from when I was a little red girl, ones that I would rather have left repressed. Such a strange feeling.
What a horrible thing for little Jen.
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