Here's mine:
Sitting in one of those 1960's era walkers near the open patio door. This door led to a small balcony that overlooked the parking area of our apartment complex. I was watching my brothers below playing with some kids from the building.
I can see my parent's bedroom suite- the chenille spread, the fake danish modern headboard. The matching night table, and the Big Ben alarm clock ticking loudly.
Dust motes coming through the door and landing on the floor near me. The distant sound of the boy's shouting as they played below.
I was approximately two and a half years old.
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