My long-term memory is so intact! I can even remember taking a bath in my moms' kitchen sink. I'm 55 years old, and the following memory has never left me.
When I was 2, I
visited a mock jail. The location was at the Union Terminal; downtown,
Cincinnati. The jail was on what I now know to be a trolley. On one side was a
gun display. On the other; mock cells with mock prisoners. I remember my mom
was carrying my brother. He was a chunky baby LOL! She had him on her left hip,
and had me by my left hand as she walked us into the trolley / jail. I remember
seeing a fake guard. I’m not sure why visiting this place had such an impact on
me. I think that even as a child, I could feel the heaviness of what jail was
really like. At 2 years of age, I had no way of verbalizing the slight fear that
engulfed me. I knew even at that age that jail was somewhere I never wanted to
visit, go to, or live in. It’s funny that I say that. Only because as an adult,
I did manage to escape the physical jail – only to find myself in a mental,
emotional, and spiritual jail. How ironic.
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