Blue Shag Carpeting

The first memory that I can recall is crawling on blue shag carpeting. Now, this is a disputed memory because my mom says there is no way that I could possibly remember that, but when I was a baby I saw things from a unique perspective. Most babies when they get to the age and motor skill level to go mobile take to their hands and knees and begin to creep and crawl. Me? Not so much. When I decided it was time to move around of my own volition, I put my head on the floor got up on my hands and feet and pushed forward scooting my head across the floor. So, when I say I have memories of blue shag carpeting, it’s because my head was in contact with it and that is what I was closest to. I don't know if it gave me a headache or worse- rug burn on my forehead, but it was the way I decided was best to get around at the time (I'm very happy a permanent bald spot didn't result. :o)). The dispute of my first memory that I can recall lasted for a few years until one year I found a picture of me when I was a baby- propped up on a pillow while sitting on… you got it… blue shag carpeting. It came out that my parents had blue shag carpeting in their Southfield home, which we moved out of a year after I was born. Oh to have some validity of what I thought I remembered! I was very relieved that my upside down view of the carpeting wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. I think the thing that got me about the dispute is that my mother stood against me on a clear memory I had with such vigor, and over something so funny and kind of trivial. Being told, "No you don't remember that, there was no blue shag carpeting. You don't know what you are talking about." instead of just going along with it in front of the company we had over during he first discussion.  Unfortunately, this establishes the state of my relationship between myself and my mother quite clearly.