I've got two memories from when I was very young: My Grandma died before I turned 3 and I remember visiting her in her nursing home. I remember holding someone's hand and skipping down the hallway, knowing that I was going to see her. But then all I remember was her wrinkly old roommate beckoning me over to her to give me a hat she made her me. I was terrified and hid behind my Mom's skirt.
The other one is me in my crib, holding onto the bars and jumping. I remember the light fixture in my parents' bedroom, and my Mom smiling and saying something to me.
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