I was probably 2 or 3 when I had my first memory. I remember I was riding my red tricycle around the apartment complex. I remember it was a really sunny day, so my red trike was glistening, and the silver handlebars looked extra shiny. The grass lawn in the middle of the complex was a crisp light green, the color of newly sprouting grass, and the gigantic tree in the middle of the lawn seemed as if it were reaching into the clouds because I was so little. All the details seemed to be quite enhanced because I was just having a great time pedaling as fast as I could on my awesome tricycle and taking in the view all around.
My personality seems to be the same, with only a bit of slight maturation and other traits that come with becoming a young adult. My identity is far different from what it was before. I used to be my mommy's little baby, and now I'm living all on my own.
My memory is similar because I was also around 2 when my first memory occured. Mine is also similar because your memory seems to be a memory in which you were excited because you were doing something new and all of your senses were heightened. My memory of surprising my mom when she woke me up also was a time in which all of my senses were heightened, which is why I believe I remember the time and feeling so well.
