Original Writing

Original Writing

I can't have been more than about 3 at the time. This is the main

reason I can't remember much about this particular time. From the

snippets I do remember, I shall try to explain to you, my last few

days before I had to leave Turkey to come to London.

I didn't actually know that this day was going to be different from

any other; but when you're 3 you don't actually have much control over

what your day will be like so this was pretty much a given.

My first memory of the day consists of the daily routines after you

get up: washing your face, brushing your teeth. The house was pretty

bare and there were a lot of boxes around the place, which would

account for a lot; but being a 3 year old, you don't notice these

things much. At 3 your only concerns are what toys will you play with

today and who you will be playing with.

My next memory is of being in my dad's car with him and my uncle in

the front and me sitting in the back. It was a clear day: I knew this

because I could see the sky through the windscreen, and the sun

must've been out because I remember my father as wearing sunglasses

and my uncle as having the little flap in front of him down. My uncle

gave me a little teddy bear which he had bought for me to remember him

by. I did not know this at the time but I wouldn't be seeing him again

for a long time. In my memory I can see my father and my uncle talking

amongst themselves; but even though their mouths are moving, I can

hear no sounds coming from them.

It's a strange feeling. Having a memory so clear that you can even

remember the weather but there is almost no sound. It's like watching

a television programme that has been muted. It kind of makes you

wonder what the actors are talking about, whether or not it's crucial