Last weekend we had dinner at the place where I used to work. I don’t usually like to eat there because our meal is frequently interrupted by ex-coworkers stopping by to say “hi” or “when are you coming back,” which is nice, but kind of ruins the experience. My food gets cold, my kids get impatient, and having to introduce my husband to so-and-so gets old after a while. I stopped working there back in 2005, so I figured after 3 years it’s highly unlikely that I’ll know anyone, considering the high turnover rate in the industry.
We had to wait a bit before we were seated. Maya ran around the host stand, marveling at the beautiful designs painted on the columns and ceiling of the restaurant. Once we were seated, she still couldn’t take her eyes off the ceiling, and asked me “Mommy, is there another restaurant up there? I remember riding an elevator up to the other restaurant.”
My jaw dropped. She remembered! There IS an elevator that goes up to the second floor, which houses offices and training classrooms. It’s only accessible to staff, since you have to go through the kitchen to get to it.
Why was I so shocked? Because I took Maya to work with me for a short period of time. When she was 3 months old. I would carry her in her infant car seat on the elevator every morning, and she would sit there happily, or in her travel swing, for a few hours everyday. It was great while it lasted, but the arrangement didn’t sit well with the area director, so I decided to resign when Maya was 5 months old. She hasn’t been upstairs since. So you can see why I was amazed at her memory!
I remember being on an airplane with my mom when I was 2 or 3 years old and seeing Santa Claus. I also vividly remember playing on a Slip ‘N Slide at around the same age. That’s all. Nothing significant, really.
What do you remember from your early childhood? (if anything)