Day 14: Your earliest memory
One really strong memory definitely comes to mind.
I remember when I was about two or three, back whenI was still living in New York City. I was either playing dress up or just suddenly decided to wear my mom’s shoes.
Either way, I was wearing her shoes and walking around the house with them. She kept telling me to take them off but really didn’t do much to stop me.
Then I reached the stairs to the basement. I tripped down the stair and rolled all the way down and hit my head on a wall. Then all of the adults in the house came running to me trying to figure out if I was still alive.
I probably got in trouble for it. Don’t remember much after the actual fall. But yeah.
Until next time,