This is my earliest memory, ironic that it takes place in a national state park, while hiking. I don’t dislike nature, just hiking.
I was about ﬁve years old, and I remember going on a hike with my family for the ﬁrst time. Its an unbelievably easy hike (hence nice enough to take two five years old there —my twin brother and I) I was young and full on energy. I practically jogged up for the ﬁrst few minutes, my parents behind me. I laughed at them, called them slowpokes. I had no idea they were just setting a normal pace to conserve energy. Eventually (predictably) I got tired, and complained the whole rest of the way up.
When we got to the top, there was an old castle. A real one, made of stone, basically in ruins. Its a very popular instagram background (nowadays) in fact if you search the Sleeping Giant hashtag almost every picture will be a girl in slightly athletic clothing, sitting in this stone window at the top of the castle.
On the way down the mountain I fell and scraped my knee badly, and decided I didn’t like hiking. My dad carried me down the rest of the way.