My first memory

Click, click, and click... the sound of high heels on a tile floor. along with a strong pungent smell and tears burning my eyes. “MOM, mom, mom”. I had this memory but didn’t know what it was all about. The story goes like this. I was two years old and I was put in the hospital to get my tonsils out. My mother was told to leave me, because visiting hours were over and they wanted me to rest before my surgery the next day. My mother tells the story of how I climbed out of the crib and chased after her down the hall. The nurses grab me and put me back into the crib. They told her to keep going everything was going to be okay. After my third time of climbing out trying to get to my mom, they put a net over the top of the crib. The net was not going to stop me, so they tied my down. All I wanted was my mom! So my night mare of my mom leaving me was a true memory. Now, I know why I have separation anxiety.