The earliest memory I can remember of myself was when I was about 3 or 4 years old. I at my gradparent's giant house in New Jersey. The weather outside was beautiful, and I was looking in the direction of the two acre backyard, from the kitchen in my baby seat. I am not completely sure whether my family members were around me, but the scenery of the vast backyard fascinated me the most. It is the most vivid memory of my early age I have.
When I look back at that memory, I cannot see myself like that. Maybe at a deeper level I may be that same baby fascinated by the outside world, but I have definately become more mature and realistic. I can go as far back as first grade and still say I am sort of the same person. I have definately changed a bit, but I am still similar in some ways when I was at that age.
