I am told that the first comprehensible word I uttered as a child was ‘home.’
My father was driving his secondhand Austin 7; my mother was in the passenger seat beside him holding me on her lap. As we approached our modest house, Dad braked the car to turn into the pocket-handkerchief square of concrete by the gate and apparently I quietly, tentatively, said the word.
My mother told me there was a slight upward inflection in my voice, not a question so much as a trying of the word on the tongue, with perhaps the delicious discovery of connection…the word to the place. My parents wanted to be sure they had heard me correctly, so Dad drove around the lanes once again, and as we returned, it seems I repeated the word.
~Home: A Memoir of My Early Years by Julie Andrews
I love this beginning! It explains right off the meaning behind the title.
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