How utterly ridiculous to set myself a precedent like this, three steno chapters in one day, and chapters 6 and 7 completed pre-blog, the blog supposedly being the thing to initiate the writing of the chapter. I’m not complaining about the changes to my self-imposed sense of order though.
Chapter 7 is about the scar I have on my knee. It’s not an exciting chapter, and neither is it a well-flowing chapter, but it’s still better than chapter 1. The scar is from falling off a swing when I was about three years old and I don’t remember anything about the event other than what, I presume, I’ve been told and a photograph of me on the swing pre-fall. I think.
The reason it’s included as one of my memory triggers is that the scar is a unique part of my body’s story. It is also a feature that often makes me wonder about why I (we) can’t remember much about childhood. In part, I know it’s because our brains are not advanced enough at, in this example, three to process and understand words and events in the way we can as we get older, but I also wonder whether it really matters what we can remember versus the extent to which things that happened when we were really young have an affect on us as adults. In short, it’s a trigger for thinking about the brain and memory, two things which will never cease to fascinate and amaze me.
The photograph of a slice of freshly baked Victoria sponge cake with a cup of tea is to indicate that, as with lunch in my previous post, adopting my mum’s “while the oven’s on …” approach to a glut of baked food, I baked a cake. I haven’t made a cake in well over a year and this is not an exemplary Bake-Off contender, but it was therapeutic making it and was an extremely good reward for the hat trick of chapters written today.