I’m going to recollect on my most prominent memories of each year in my life. I don’t remember shit from ages 1-3, but I could tell you one memory that comes to mind. I’ve had multiple dreams about this incident, so I don’t know if this is a dream… But I know it’s seared into my earliest memory. I’m looking at this in a third person view with my mom running down the stairs with myself in her right arm and my brother trailing her left. And as we go down stairs towards the front door and behind us my uncles, aunts, and grandparents are yelling. My mom stands there for a good minute argues back and closes the door behind us. I’ve never asked my mom or brother about this and my dad was not in this. Maybe this was just a reoccurring dream, but dreams do stem from incidents in reality.
