We must have been very young, because in my memory, my parents are still together (they separated when we were about three and four years old).
My brother and I were playing out front, near the front porch. In my memory, it is a good old country rocking chair type front porch, painted grey. Anyway, we were playing in the flowers in front of the porch when my brother spotted a bee. I warned him not to mess with it, but he was convinced that it was hurting the flower (yellow, in my memory) that it had landed on.
So, he got stung and he started crying. I remember running into the house and past the staircase leading upstairs (in my memory) and crying for my daddy to come help. Then it fades out.
Alfred Adler, would have asked me "And so life is . . . " He believed that our earliest memories are often our strongest memories in terms of impact on our identity.
And so, for me, life has been. . . caring for and protecting others and lonely, with no one to watch out for me (as they should have been watching a 4-year-old in the front yard) and help me.
Luckily, as time has gone by, other experiences have lessened the "lonely" aspect of my life, but I honestly have had a lot of trouble believing that anyone would have my best interest at heart. Luckily, I married a strong, Christian man, who does have my best interest at heart.
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