My first memory: I recall my father leading me out of the house by the arm towards his car parked on the sidewalk. It was dark out. We got into the car and he began driving. We started going around the block, but that's when my memory "changed" from what it should be. In my memory, my street melts into another one - I'm attributing this to either that my memory is jumbled or more likely I fell asleep and then woke up again, which is more probable because it was nighttime. I then remember walking into a building, which I was told was the hospital. My memory isn't totally fluid in these images and it flashes now to me in the hallway with my dad and some other adults, I think hospital staff. I'm given a Matchbox car (I loved playing with those in my childhood), which was an ambulance. I recall "driving" it throughout the air and making vrrrmmmm noises. My dad then comes and tells me that I have a new baby brother and takes me in to meet him...and I recall my mom and the baby.
That was more or less twenty-one years ago to this moment. Happy birthday, Eric.
[Note: I found it interesting while J.K. Rowling's biography that her first memory was going to meet her baby sister. Popular trend!]
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