David Holzman, who may be familiar to TTAC and other auto-outlet readers, is traveling the same path you are. Don't know if this will interest you or not, but it's the start of what he hopes will be a full length book:
My earliest memory is probably playing with toy cars on our couch during an ill-fated attempt to live in Florida. I couldn't have been more than 4 years old, but as time goes by I find that everything before 8th grade or so is getting hazier and hazier.
I'm looking forward to reading more of your series, and not just because there will be naked girls in it. Your racing articles are interesting, it is fun to read about those events and see the pictures of them.
As far as I can figure, my earliest memory comes from when I was about three. It’s vague and unremarkable so I’m not sure why it endures in my brain, but I recall running down a grassy hill beside our apartment building. Maybe about thirty seconds of my life with no apparent message. Weird.
Follow up memories are much clearer. When I was three and a half, we moved to a small town in Thailand and I remember much from the couple of years we lived there. Probably the most impactful memory I have from that period is when my dad took me on his Honda to the US Air Force base in our town. The US involvement in Vietnam was winding down, but they were still conducting bombing raids at the time, so we would hang out and watch the Phantoms taking off. They were so heavily loaded with fuel and ordinance that they could barely clear the fence at the end of the runway, and of course they would return hours later considerably lighter.
David Holzman, who may be familiar to TTAC and other auto-outlet readers, is traveling the same path you are. Don't know if this will interest you or not, but it's the start of what he hopes will be a full length book:
https://www.csmonitor.com/The-Culture/The-Home-Forum/2020/0805/Heeding-her-invitation-six-decades-later
My earliest memory is probably playing with toy cars on our couch during an ill-fated attempt to live in Florida. I couldn't have been more than 4 years old, but as time goes by I find that everything before 8th grade or so is getting hazier and hazier.
I'm looking forward to reading more of your series, and not just because there will be naked girls in it. Your racing articles are interesting, it is fun to read about those events and see the pictures of them.
As far as I can figure, my earliest memory comes from when I was about three. It’s vague and unremarkable so I’m not sure why it endures in my brain, but I recall running down a grassy hill beside our apartment building. Maybe about thirty seconds of my life with no apparent message. Weird.
Follow up memories are much clearer. When I was three and a half, we moved to a small town in Thailand and I remember much from the couple of years we lived there. Probably the most impactful memory I have from that period is when my dad took me on his Honda to the US Air Force base in our town. The US involvement in Vietnam was winding down, but they were still conducting bombing raids at the time, so we would hang out and watch the Phantoms taking off. They were so heavily loaded with fuel and ordinance that they could barely clear the fence at the end of the runway, and of course they would return hours later considerably lighter.