My earliest memory is from when I was no more than six months old. My mother and my aunts were giving me a bath in the kitchen sink. I was in a red basin and they were washing me with both their hands and a hand towel. I remember loving the water and feeling content. This memory was triggered by a photograph of the event.
I do not feel continuous with myself in this memory, because so much time has passed since then. I can go as far back as when I was around three years old, and I was hanging out on my living room floor. I knew my father was in the bathroom and I was waiting for him to come out. The next thing I knew, I woke up. I know I was three years old in this memory because this is my last and one of the only memories I have of my father.
I was around six months old in my earliest memory. It is particularly memorable because it was an experience with an element that I still love todaywater. I was also surrounded by all of the important people in my family, which makes it doubly memorable. Also, the memory is triggered by a photograph. My personality is a matured version of what it was then, since my love for all things aquatic has remained unchanged. However, my identity has changed as time has gone by.
-- Edited by aschaeff on Sunday 18th of October 2009 07:01:23 PM
