Have you ever thought about your very first recollection, and if so, is it something you hold dear? (I hope so.) My first remembrance is a treasured one.
It was a cool day in the fall of 1964. I was only four years old when I tugged on my mom’s coat pleading for her to take me to see the Beatles in their first feature film, A Hard Day’s Night. This fun and influential movie had opened just a few weeks earlier at the Majestic Theater in downtown Dallas.
As I watched the screen light up with black-and-white images of the four lads from Liverpool, I could seldom hear the soundtrack because of the almost nonstop screaming from the excited (mostly female) audience. I remember sitting next to Mom and looking all around me, trying to make sense of the frenzied scene that surrounded us. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was witnessing Beatlemania firsthand. From that moment on, I was hooked on the magic and musical greatness of John, Paul, George, and Ringo.
With no recollection of anything before that day of discovery in September, this defining experience is the absolute earliest memory I have of my entire life.
What’s your earliest memory?
