Day 2. Your Earliest Memory.
I remember cycling around the kitchen table in our house in Ballybrack, on my tricycle. That was my favourite thing to do and it's probably my earliest memory. I remember it weird though. I don't see it as though I'm on the tricycle myself, even though I was. I see it, in my head, like I'm a grown up and I'm standing in the kitchen watching myself as a child cycling around. But everything is pretty blurry and I don't know what I look like. I can't see details. I know there's a dresser on the right and the sink and fridge on the left and a table and chairs, and they are wooden, but I can't see the walls or the floor and I don't know what colour the tricycle is. I wonder whether everyone's memories are blurry and selective like that.
Tune in tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel, to find out about my first love. Swit swoo!