Earliest Memory

I have this very fuzzy memory of my childhood. One where I am running towards an open door to the outside. Just past the door is a playground and there is children playing. It’s a sunny day.

Just typing that seems….um….like a moment in time.

I was in daycare, preschool aged.

A moment in time that if I dig deep enough, I can bring it from deep within me to the surface.

The memory does not conjure feels, emotions or anything else. It’s just a fuzzy moment in time.

My earliest memory is an open door….a moment in time.

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