This memory dates back to when I was 3 or 4 years old. I remember my father pushing me on a swing on the roof of our old apartment complex. If I remember correctly that day was a particularly good one for me, primarily because I was able to get the swing that on regular occasions would be occupied. I remember having the time of my life, I remember getting the sensation that I was flying, and I also remember asking my father to push me even higher. The next thing I remember is sitting on the floor crying, with a horrible pain at the back of my head, which I assume was because I fell off. I believe the reason why this memory was so memorable was, as far as I can remember, the first time I was ever angry at my father.
I dont think my personality is the same now as it was then. I think I can go back to the beginning of my senior year or the summer of my junior year and still feel like myself.
-- Edited by 102intro on Sunday 18th of October 2009 08:53:44 AM