My earliest memories were either from Burnaby, during my
first couple years, or Surrey, where I spent the next few years. Maybe the first one is of Burnaby and the
other of Surrey.
My single earliest memory is actually of me lying down,
maybe in a crib wondering if I really exist, and if so how is that
possible. My next earliest memory was of
getting out of my crib of my own accord and greeting my parents, and from that
my parents realizing that it was time to switch me to a regular bed. I might have the order reversed. I have a
strong recollection of the existence thing happening first, but I don’t recall
being enclosed in anything. Likely I was
in a crib still but because I wasn’t consciously thinking of that, my mind’s
eye now views it as a bed. Not the longest stories to be sure, but remember I
was less than five at the time, so I’m probably fortunate to have even those
short flashes of memory.
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